Almost December.

The pirates are getting ready for Christmas.

On Sunday morning I found them cozying up to the Christmas tree. 

The nativity had captivated Enriqueface.

Robs was pushing her bundled baby in a miniature sleigh, 

and Squísh was thinking of redecorating the place.

I love Christmas.

I love it even more with pirates.

Several years ago my brother asked what it was like to have children. 

(He had none, I had one.)

I told him there are some difficult days, 

but most days having them around is like Christmas morning, 

only better.

(Now he has one, and I have three.)

I still feel the same way. 

Only on Christmas morning, I promise not to be groggy and

 make the pirates wait for breakfast.