Hello, my name is M3, and I'm totally addicted to Christmas cards

Usually TubaDad is the only one who cares enough to bring in the mail. If he's away on a business trip, the neglected stuff just piles up in the mailbox. Sometimes he gets home and can barely pry the lid open it gets so crammed. Oops. But not at Christmastime. It's the one time of year I can't wait for the mailman to drive up. Sometimes the girls and I even meet him at the box when we hear the truck coming. Ahhhhh, just love those Christmas cards. Love them. We can't wait to share the smiles, see the new pictures, hear the latest family news, and add the cards to our little basket o' joy. I saw on another blog that they hung all the Christmas cards on a little tree, and think that's an awesome idea that we are totally going to do next year. Anyhow, here's our contribution to everyone's card baskets (real name changed in Photoshop, of course): Ro is in the cream dress and then in the PJs with a red bow, Ree is in the black dress and then the PJs with the green bow. We set up the garage studio a couple of hours before TubaDad left on his last fateful business trip and snapped as fast as we could to get these Christmas grins on our seamless white background. I had to chuckle a little when TubaDad finally arrived home all bruised and scarred up after the taxi crash and one of the first things he said was "Good thing we took the Christmas pictures before this!" Heh. Since the pictures are so tiny (yes, yes, my eyesight is going steadily downhill since I hit the big four oh), here are the larger versions, plus a few extras that just wouldn't fit on the card. Decorating our tiny, little scruffy fake tree that has presided over many a Christmas in our house (and will see many more as long as I'm the only one cleaning up after the festivities): Santa is coming, Santa is coming!!: Mama, we can't believe you wrapped this huge box just for us to play in, can you leave it in the family room forever?: Yanking her sister out of the box (not posed, an actual yank was in progress): The big, wrapped box was fun, but getting to jump on the bed was just the bomb!: Singing the Frosty song at the top of our lungs (yes, me too, it really was laughable): Got some great pics of Ro smiling and looking all adorable, but this Little Miss Attitude pose just stole our hearts: Sweet little Ree would never, ever do anything that would land her on the naughty list, now would she? Heh: Happy jollydays, from our family to yours: May you always find laughter in the little things: Alrighty, time to go check that mailbox for more cards. Maybe, just maybe, the postman came early today!