while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house  

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;  

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,  

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;  

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,  

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

Merry Christmas from the Southwest!  I love that top picture because it shows both our pretty tree and our beautiful Southwestern, winter sky at dusk.  This was a few nights ago.  Owen fell asleep while we were reading Scrooge and he looked so angelic I had to take a picture.  After we put him into his bed I heard what I thought was crying.  I went into his room and found him asleep, bouncing on his knees and laughing hysterically.  I got him to lay down and then up he popped again laughing.  So... I think there really were sugar plums in his head. 

I hope you are having a wonderful Christmas!