The counters are full of dirty dishes to be washed and put away.
But they will keep.
My children are full of unspeakable energy. They are teasing and playing with each other. I hear screams followed by laughter which fade back into screams.
Classic Christmas music is playing. By classic I mean Louis Prima, Bing Crosby, etc. Every other song or so we break into a mix of the Charleston, ballet, and spinning in circles until we are sick and collapse in a heap on top of each other, in fits of giggles. Which then turns into pillow/blanket fights.