‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Christmas Eve is probably my favorite day of the holiday season. Even more so than Christmas Day, because of the sense of anticipation. I love watching my children get excited, especially when they stare out the window, looking for Santa. Yesterday my son remarked that there weren’t many presents under the tree, to which I replied, “Santa hasn’t come yet.” He nodded his head in understanding, the little wheels churning around. And then this morning, without being asked, he went and got a broom to sweep beneath the kitchen table. Because Santa is watching.

And dude, you’d better believe I’m going to milk this one. Hmm, there are bathrooms to be cleaned, floors to be mopped, oh yes, I can think of PLENTY of ways to make Santa happy. Bring on the child labor!

But I have to brag for a moment. I have the best husband in the whole world. Why? Because yesterday he told me that he’s going to give me one of my Christmas presents early. My job is to make several bottles, and tonight he will sleep in the baby’s room and give me a full night of sleep. Is he great or what?

We’re going to attend 4:00 Mass today with the kids dressed up in their finest. There’s something special about getting all dolled up for Christmas Mass as a family. Baby will wear his first Christmas outfit, which will be fun. Then afterwards, we’ll have Prime Rib for dinner. Mmmm…

At night, my husband and I will watch “It’s a Wonderful Life,” or maybe “White Christmas,” one of our holiday traditions. And you can bet we’ll be up at the crack of dawn tomorrow, just waiting to see what the kids think of Christmas. Seeing their joy and excitement just makes the holiday complete for me.

Merry Christmas to all of you!