After months of anticipation, Ben finally understands what all of the hubbub is about. Yes, he knows the Baby Jesus story, and if asked he'll tell you that Christmas is Jesus' birthday, but it's pretty clear that the concept of a big fat guy in a red suit handing out presents has got the upper hand in his five-year-old imagination.

We've definitely gotten more in the spirit this year, from the decorating of the tree to the singing of Christmas carols--although I'll be glad to take a break from Ben's relentless requests for "Jingle Bells". Kari and Ben also been having a blast visiting friends and family while I've been laid up with what we suspect is bronchitis. But don't feel sorry for me, despite all my honking and hawking, it's been nice to at least take a break for a few days. And nothing could dampen the excitement of experiencing our first Christmas as parents.