The Miracle Toddler (now preschooler) leapt out of bed and dashed to the living room where the evergreen tree he selected some 3+ weeks ago is decorated (largely by him, with “assistance” from his 18-month old brother).
The house was dark save for the white lights in that evergreen and the single string of rainbow coloured lights rimming the top of our living room window.
Mom? he whispered.
Did Santa come?
I don’t know. Did he?
He ran back to check again: I think Santa has been here Mama!
And so it began. Miraculously we got him bask to sleep.