The year end extravaganza was starting to feel like just one more to do list, though admittedly written with a gel glitter pen.
Tree up and trimmed. Check.
Gingerbread people made. Check.
Presents wrapped and hidden away for the hotly anticipated morning. Check.
Cards written. Check. Well, some cards written, so half a check.
And the stockings were laid by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. Well, by the fire escape, but who's keeping track.
Sweet M is nine and she still believes in Santa. That's one of the side benefits of having a child who has that certain sweetness . . . who generally believes. And we so believe in her.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!