This, in a nutshell, is how our christmas panned out.
Angela, Abby, and I are very lucky to have such a wonderful family, wonderful friends, and a very fortunate life.
The one Abby-ism that can’t be passed up:
Laying in bed at 08:30 waiting for Abby to wake up. I have been awake since 07:00…waiting.
08:30 and Angela and I are BOTH awake and growing more impatient.
So we start coughing loudly to no avail. Abby is sleeping more soundly than she did when she was an infant. Finally, I throw some weight behind a cough.
What is THAT? The Christmas Yeti!?
She is right and we start to giggle, which turns to muffled laughter and then a squeaky voice from the far side of the room.
Hey you guys, go back sleeping.
What…Why?
Cause Santa has to come.
(together) Honey, it’s morning-time. I think Santa has already come?
(pause…and then getting to her knees.) Pbbbbbllllgghghg!
As if SHE has been the one lying awake for the past hour and a half waiting for Santa.
We went downstairs and welcomed the morning.
blief 
Lovely picture and sentiments.
It’s fun when the mom and dad are up first! A good sign that the children have good beds to be snuggled into, and that they have been worn to a frazzle!
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