Fisher absolutely loved the seemingly unexplained showering of presents (primarily thanks to my parents who spoil him rotten.) It was full of cars, tractors, trains, and tools. He was in absolute heaven.
The girls had a crafty Christmas and are now well-equipped with every art and craft supply under the sun.
After three rounds of opening presents were finally completed, my mom found Fisher squatting next to a figure of Santa saying, "Thank you Santa for the presents." Thank you Santa, indeed. (And yes, those are red long johns, complete with functioning "trap-door" bottom.)