We have entered a new era as a family: this was the first year I went to bed on Christmas Eve without putting out a plate of cookies for Santa. Not once did we sign on to check NORAD to track Santa.
All my believers (well, the girls, anyway) have turned into Beliebers.
Didn't stop me completely, though. I still filled stockings. I still wrote "from Santa" on their main gifts. Old habits die hard.
And any sadness dissipated this morning. Children drunk with anticipation waking us up before daybreak, jubilant children rushing to the couch to see what had come in the night. Looks of disbelief mingled with joy as stockings were dissected, wrappings torn asunder. Then the quiet peace that settled over the house as new clothes and playthings were examined and tried, shared and played.
I think I'll follow Cindy Lou's lead and go take a nap.....
4 hours ago