The cookies are decorated. Finn is mighty good at the sprinkle duty.
The stockings are hung.
The elf has made it all the way to the 24th. Thank god.
I'd say we're ready for Santa and his big, red bag of chaos.
"Heehee! We're at Daddy's work!"
"I love Christmas, Finn."
"Rosemary, do you think we'll get back to the rooms with all the computers?