On Christmas Eve, we all got ready for Santa's visit. Julia's doll house has been decorated for a few weeks now and the baby squirrels have a nest made of fresh pine needles. There is a tree with one decoration on it in brother's room.
Our mantle piece was decorated with a "gingerbread" house that Julia made last week. Just before bed, Julia put up her own stocking and then put up mine -- so I would not forget.And then it was time to go to sleep and wait for Santa.
Julia woke up early on Christmas morning and she and I went downstairs. We let David sleep some. Julia's excitement as we walked downstairs in the dark was contagious; it was so very sweet. It was electric. I could remember that physical feeling of excitement and remembered coming down other stairs and into a living room with a decorated tree with what looked liked a mountains of presents crowded around it. Julia oo-ed and ah-ed. She looked at the boxes and looked at the little cards to find her name. I told her that we had to wait for Daddy and she was pretty happy to watch her morning tv shows while I puttered around the kitchen putting breakfast together so we could open presents as soon as David got up.
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