Christmas morning, about ten to seven, and still dark out. We told Kelvin all fall that a Nintendo 64 was too expensive, and we meant it. Then Grandma Betty went in on it with us. This is the second he figured out what that gray controller in his hands meant.

The new Zelda game he wanted was under there too, and we did not see much of him the rest of the week. Nora is working through her pile in her new pajamas, and Fred is in the chair with his coffee, where he stays until at least nine.