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'Twas the Night Before Christmas ...
Well, actually, it is the night OF Christmas, but who's counting?
So, it's 2:33 in the AM on Christmas morn.
The last presents are now wrapped -- you know, the ones that Santa was bringing for my kiddo ... so, of course, they could not go into their wrapping or under the tree until tonight, when Santa drops them off! The sugar cookies are baked -- with sprinkles -- as I mentioned in my last LJ entry. The plate of snacks has been placed out for Santa (accompanied by a note my little one helped me write). My dog has been fed, courtesy of me sitting downstairs with the old boy and hand-feeding him until his bowl was mostly empty. Yeah, it's a slow process, but worth it, so long as he eats. And, the letter from Santa to my kiddo has been written, printed, and suitably decorated with holiday cheer.
All that's left now is to go downstairs, make sure it appears our sprinkly sugar cookies were appropriately enjoyed by St. Nick, and leave his letter for my daughter to find tomorrow morning.
And, then, this tired elf can finally roll into bed.
Merry Christmas to all. And to all ... a Good Night.
So, it's 2:33 in the AM on Christmas morn.
The last presents are now wrapped -- you know, the ones that Santa was bringing for my kiddo ... so, of course, they could not go into their wrapping or under the tree until tonight, when Santa drops them off! The sugar cookies are baked -- with sprinkles -- as I mentioned in my last LJ entry. The plate of snacks has been placed out for Santa (accompanied by a note my little one helped me write). My dog has been fed, courtesy of me sitting downstairs with the old boy and hand-feeding him until his bowl was mostly empty. Yeah, it's a slow process, but worth it, so long as he eats. And, the letter from Santa to my kiddo has been written, printed, and suitably decorated with holiday cheer.
All that's left now is to go downstairs, make sure it appears our sprinkly sugar cookies were appropriately enjoyed by St. Nick, and leave his letter for my daughter to find tomorrow morning.
And, then, this tired elf can finally roll into bed.
Merry Christmas to all. And to all ... a Good Night.
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