Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring...
Except a six-year-old with an intermittent anxiety problem that becomes an insomnia problem pretty fast. Yes, as we were all bedding down for the night, one little elf awakened suddenly with the thought that Santa Claus was not going to be able to stop at our house if the twins were awake.
Umm... Yeah. In truth, the old SC had already been to our house, his reindeer had licked up all the reindeer food from the driveway, the old fella had drunk half a glass of milk and gnoshed on a cookie, and crammed an assortment of trinkets and sugar plums into the stockings. He had even tiptoed up to the kids' bedrooms and left decorated four-foot tall trees for a morning surprise.
As I tried desperately to plug the holes in the good ol' anxiety dike, I started spinning an intricate web of tiny little silken white lies. Well, first I copped to the tree. And then I said that Santa was still east of here, like over Pennsylvania. That it would probably be at least two hours and the babies would definitely be asleep then. And, besides, babies can't tell anyone that they saw Santa, so they couldn't possibly stop him from coming.
That worked.
At least until 4am. Then our excited little elf couldn't contain it any longer, so he came into our bed to flop around for an hour and a half until I gave up and slept in his bed.
Santa did, in fact, bring three-quarters of mommy's wish as all three of my darling daughters slept all night -- for the first time in months. Sigh..
Merry Christmas everyone! Oh -- this post was truly a labor of love as I was testing out the web capabilities of my new Kindle Fire. It wasn't too bad, but a real keyboard is better. Cheers!!
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