We got up about 6:20 a.m. to Eric’s shouting “Santa’s been here!” He’s bouncing all over the house, anxiously waiting for 7:00 when I told him he could get his Dad out of bed. Right now, we’re all enjoying Treehouse and Hot Chocolate. I felt like a mean mommy at first, making him wait, but now that I see them sitting, calmly, enjoying the early morning, I think I made the right call.
I remember it seemed like forever to be 7:00 when I was little. I imagine it is for Eric too. However, I can’t allow him to maintain this steady level of running on high gear or his little engine will peeter out about 11:40 a.m. & leave him grumpy the entire rest of the day.
We went to church last night & it was lovely. The boys mostly sat well, and were quiet even when they were moving about. There was definitely a high point – Cathy sang O Holy Night – it was incredible. I had shivers, tears and felt the presence of God with us. It was pretty amazing to share that with my family.
Well, it is 7:00, so I guess I’ll sign off for now. Merry Christmas.