Christmas Eve

Unfortunately, we couldn't all make it to church on Christmas Eve. Saturday had been go-go-go and you felt the effects Char. So, you and I stayed home so you could get a really good nap and take it easy in the morning, while the boys headed to church.

Once home, we decorated Santa's Christmas cookies, before heading off to Paka and Zsu Zsu's house for dinner.

The highlight of my day, was sitting on the couch in the dark, below your bedroom, listening to your conversations as you drifted off to sleep.

"Ry, can you see the milk and cookies?? Has Santa drank his milk yet? Hey Ry, can I 'sweep' wit you so I can see Santa too?"
"No, you can 'sweep,' in you bed, Wy."
"Ok. Will you tell me when you see Santa, Ry? Then I can run on you bed and see him too?"
"Sure! If I stay awake, I tell you when I see him."

Oh the magic of believing! As a 30-some year old believer, I hope you never lose the magic little ones. I hope you never lose this joy and the sparkle in your eyes.