This was almost OUR Christmas morning about 50 years ago. I woke up at 5 AM after a wild Xmas eve party and realized that “Santa” hadn’t made his visit. I managed to save the day but it was close. “Thanks?” for the memory Mike.
The bag of turkey I bought yesterday for our Christmas dinner has bumps where the legs are and smaller bumps where the wings are but no bumps where a head should be. I’m good to go, no worries about the big sad eyes.
I think Arlo is still sleeping.