Later that day...

Christmas morning, after gifts at home, the traditional gut-busting egg-bake and some yummy mimosas, we packed up and headed to the Spurgeon abode in Royal Oak.

With a cookie snack,

of course.

Once there, it was gifts galore, including a baby doll...

and a sweater...

And much, much more.

Lady got quite adept at the opening.

As you can see.

But was most taken with the singing, dancing tree.

Which is now hidden in a dark closet. Far far away.

(Note to singing tree maker: Please include volume control and a varied holiday carol repertoire on Model 2013. "Rockin' around the Christmas tree" becomes unbearably grating when belted repeatedly, and incessantly, from a flashing, swinging, plush green conifer.)

Gifts segwayed into food. 

And more food.

And . . . more food.

For Maizey, Christmas 2012 came to a close at 5 p.m. when she was lulled into a Jeep-induced sleep, waking only briefly for the car-to-crib transfer, and rising at 8 a.m. on Boxing Day - a full fifteen hours later.

Happy Holidays 2012.