It’s Christmas Day. I love this time of the year now. I use to hate it, but I really don’t want to get into that today. Ashley is still asleep beside me with her arm across her face. She is so cute in her pj’s. I get out the bed carefully not to wake her up. I want to wrap her present and place under the tree before she wakes.

Once in the closet I carefully remove the box that I placed her present in. I grab some wrapping paper, tape, and scissors. Once in the dinning room I proceed to wrap her gift which took less then two minutes. Pancakes sound great, so I decide to make some for myself and ash.

While I’m making them I hear someone hobble in. That can be only one person it’s Ashley.

"Pancakes! Yummy!" She must of really hated that hospital food to be this excited over pancakes.

"Merry Christmas sweety!" I turn around to give her a quick kiss before turning back to the pancakes. I don’t want to burn them.

"So whose present it that underneath the tree" I swear she is only five years old sometimes.

"It’s yours and do not touch it, or I will take it back."

"Yes mommy" She is mocking me.

After we finished eaten breakfast. Ashley begged and begged to open her gift. I was not ready to give it to her just yet, so I suggested that we watch that movie A Christmas Story.

"Spence, it probably will not even be own right now" she is so cute when she whines.

"I’ll make you a deal if it isn’t own we will open gifts." She agreed. I guess I should of mentioned that TNT plays that movie for twenty fours straight on Christmas Day.

Ashley and I laughing so hard at the boy who stuck is tongue to the flag pole. I mean come on I live in Florida and even I know not to do that. They had to call the fire department and police department just to get him off the flag pole.