At 6:06 this morning Alex and Julia opened our bedroom door.
“Merry Christmas! Wake up!” Julia sang out.
Bill sort of grunted a greeting and I tried to sound a bit more enthusiastic.
“Time to get up! I think Santa came!” she urged.
“Go wake your brother up,” I said.
“I’m right here!” Alex announced.
They accused us of stalling when we said we had to use the bathroom first, and they should, too.
We don’t let them go downstairs without us.
My parents performed the same sort of torture when I was a kid – my sister and I had to wait at the top of the stairs until we were summoned to the living room. My mom would turn the tree lights on, Dad would get his camera, and one of them probably put the kettle on for tea.
So, now that I’m a parent, I get to torture my kids the same way! Yay!
I hope you all – whoever stops by today – has/is having/had/will have a lovely Christmas today.
I wish you all peace and joy and love.
Thank you for reading my blog, this year and however many years you’ve been coming here. I am so thankful to have you in my life.