Going to bed on Christmas Eve is a tricky business when you are 7 years old. You want to sleep, of course, because only then will Santa come. But sleeping is counter-intuitive when you are simply quivering with excitement about Christmas morning, which is finally within reach.
In my mind, Christmas morning is the best day of the year to be a parent; watching JT's face as he sees what Santa has left for him is simply a glorious pleasure. For me, playing Santa and selecting the things that I know will most thrill my boy then setting them up to await his morning excitement makes the hard part of parenting worth while. JT's excitement filled the house.
After we opened the presents under the tree, we had a quiet afternoon (Mama even enjoyed a brief nap!) while JT played with his new buddies.
We wrapped the day up with a lovely Christmas supper shared with some very good friends.
It was a good day.