Every year since my nephew was born, I wake up on Christmas morn at his house to watch and be a part of all the wonder and surprise. It's really very nice, and now more so with two nephews.
This year both of them were in bed with me, and I was pretty much against the wall with a 3 year old pressed against me and a 4th grader against him. They were late going to bed, and I was sound asleep and never heard Santa's arrival.
But somewhere late late at night, or early early in the morning, the 4th grader came back to bed with a hamster that Santa had brought. I wanted to be bothered by it, but chose the path of just rolling over and going back to sleep.
But next year me and Santa got to talk about living animals in the bed.
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great post! Thanks!
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