A Christmas Eve Story…for your December Eve night…

Let me tell you a story…it started out as all ill-fated plans usually do- Bob and I tried to do something nice for the kids.

A very kind neighbor mentioned that Santa would be coming to a party on Christmas Eve at his house and thought we might like him to stop by our home on his way back to the North Pole.

Total extra 10 points in parenting, so we agreed.

Well, Christmas Eve comes, and the night goes on, we get lost in laying in cookies and letters and begin getting the kids ready for bed. We figured since it was getting late that possibly our neighbor had simply forgot and we went on with the evening…

Of course, wouldn’t you know, just as I my took my second sip of a much deserved glass of wine…there was Santa! Right in our picture window!!!

Sometime between  me falling down our entire staircase and every child running for their lives into bed…we realized that this wasn’t really turning out well at all. For about the next hour every single child cried themselves to sleep or yelled at their roommates to fall asleep quicker, because they were sure that Santa had come and gone seeing that they were awake and wasn’t coming back with gifts…

Lucky for us, Santa must’ve come back later on because Christmas morning in all its glory still came.

AND I didn’t even break that wine glass (but you bet I nursed the bruise on my ribs for weeks afterwards). AND our kids still try to be in bed by 6pm on Christmas Eve now –so it turns out that we can call it a win after all 😉

Happy December Eve!