Sometimes I think the anticipation of this moment is better than the reality of the next day.
Tangible excitement, believing in magic.
Anna laid out a holiday feast she felt Santa would appreciate the most.
Pineapple, red pepper, baby oranges and a cold cup of water. She wants him to stay healthy. She also felt he needed a comfy chair, for resting. Mittens, in case his fingers were cold. And her festive tree branch, for "extra beauty". My thoughtful girl.
Jack, more or less, wanted to get on with things. He is literally quivering with joy.
But for now, peace.
Dean Martin crooning in the background, rain on the skylights and visions of sugarplums dancing in the heads of my littles asleep in their beds.
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."