Monday, December 24, 2012

Santa's Lackey

Santa sort of reminds me of a terrible boss who makes you do all the hard work and then takes all the credit.  Okay, I'm done complaining, but it had to be said.

I read the girls "The Night Before Christmas" and "The Polar Express" in bed.  My two favorite Christmas books with my two favorite girls.  Lights out.  Thirty seconds later.  Mom, I need to pee.  Me too Mama.  Okay girls, lets go.  Three minutes later.  Tucked back in.  Lights out.  Mom, I need water.  Me too Mama.  Really thirsty.  Drinking.  Spilling.  Pajama change.  Tucked in.   Lights out.  Mom, I think sister and I are having trouble falling asleep because we're so excited.   Yeah Mama.  So excited.  Santa's coming.  Squeal!  Three minutes later.  Snoring.  Thirty seconds later.  Me tiptoeing downstairs, out to the cottage, slipping and falling on the porch while attempting to carry fourteen presents at once.  Assessing pain.  Regrouping.

Stockings hung with care,

presents under the tree,


and a nod to Santa's love of interior decorating on the stairs.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

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