So my brother asked for help in wrapping presents after we got back from my sister-in-law's dad's house where we had supper and the kids opened some presents. He then indicated that he had to wrap all of them. That didn't bode well. So I agreed because I have never turned him down.

I carted them all upstairs so that our folks could get some sleep. After organizing all the stockings, I noticed my brother still hadn't shown up for his part in wrapping duty. Sure enough, there he was in bed lying next to my nephew. I wasn't going to be in this alone so I woke him up.

He eventually made it downstairs and managed to organize his family's stockings and wrap his present to me while watching two movies. And bad movies, they were. Good thing I was so distracted by wrapping all the other presents myself. Jiminy cricket, there were a lot!

In the midst of all the presents, my niece came downstairs. Uhhh... I thought our goose was cooked! But my brother just talked to her and asked her to go back to bed. And a few incoherent sentences, she went. It was a strange experience because, apparently, she was sleep walking. Freaked me right out, but Santa was real for another year.

I tidied and made it look presentable in the living room, trying not to leave any trace of humans, only the magic of Santa Claus. My brother, of course, didn't make it through the tidying period so I finished that up myself. He was probably already asleep by the time I crawled into bed. Apparently, he went to bed at 4:30.