Under our tree, sat a Wii.
A Wii that our boys are teaching us how to use, because "Mom, even Grandma and Poppy have one!"
A Wii that now has at least 30 Mii people loaded onto the Mii channel, because our boys insisted on creating Mii characters for EVERYONE they know.
A Wii that teaches them how to box - a sport that I just do not understand.
A Wii to learn the important nuances of curling - another sport that I don't get.
A Wii that they love...and fight over.
A Wii that has Wii Fit...which made my Mii character a wee-bit (Wii-bit?) wider than I would prefer.
A Wii that told me that I am dreadfully "unbalanced" (time and time again) when I attempted to hit soccer balls off my head.
A Wii that not only threw soccer balls at my head, but cleats and fat pandas, that I seemed to be able to "head" really well.
A Wii that, I am pretty sure, is responsible for this morning's pathetic hobble to the bathroom - damn those sore calves that the Wii made me use.
A Wii that, really, I love.
Seriously, how could I not, when Wii deemed me a "Zumba Legend" this morning?!!!?
Yep, Santa was good to us...and finally, Wii got with the times.
Next year, maybe Santa could put a flat screen TV under our tree!