For the second part of our extended Christmas we shipped ourselves off to mum's for two days. Last year the three of us had flu and the year before TB had a stinking cold so it's quite a novelty to have him in a good mood at Christmas.
On Christmas eve we laid out a sock (his stocking being at mum's) and a chocolate muffin for santa. In the morning he'd forgotten about them in favour of cold orange juice but was happily reminded and ran off to check. He was so pleased that santa had eaten the muffin and left presents. 
He hated (just as we did as kids) the generations long tradition of waiting until after lunch and the washing up being done before he could open his presents. Mum did however put together a stocking for him and he delighted in showing off the remote controlled helicopter V had bought for him.

Lunch was a non-event as far as he was concerned. Why eat when there are presents to be opened. The tune changed slightly when he was presented with ice cream for dessert, but not for long. In between asking to get down from the table and picking at his food he achieved more with a Christmas cracker puzzle than any of the rest of us and sang the songs he'd refused to sing in the nursery Christmas play.

When he was finally allowed he happily delivered each present from under the tree to its recipient and sat down to open his own pile. (Silly mummy for buying the most difficult to rip paper ever!)

TB loved everything he received although there are a few things he's a bit wary of. Mum bought him a robot that walks and makes shooting noises which he'll only turn on if it's walking away from him. Yuri and I bought a version of pop up pirate (except it's a rat) and it took a few games for him not to be sacred of the flying rat. Mind you, I think he has a point!

He was an angel all day, except for bedtime when he staged quite a protest. That was, until I told him if he wasn't good santa claus would come in the night and take away all his presents. Then he was no problem.

All in all, a successful day I think.