IKEA on Christmas Eve day was awesome. Not a soul was there. We parked so close with the children we didn't lose a single one before we got there. It was so perfect we thought we might see the virgin weeping in our swedish meatballs. My sister was right and we were all wrong to think it would suck and on this very special day I apologize for the week's worth of mocking I did in anticipation. Amen. Merry Christmas!