Yes, Dante, there is a Santa Claus

So… Last night hubby and I had this “inspiration” to let the kids “wait up for Santa.” I’d like to go on record as saying, “If either of us mention this to you as an option for next year, direct us to this post.” This was a monumentally BAD idea. Here’s a brief rundown of the past 12-24 hours:

  • Kids spent the evening “being worn out” by Memaw, Poppy, and “Mac” (as is Uncle Matt’s new name thanks to Zoë) while hubby and I went to work tech for the Christmas Eve service at church.
  • Kids opened new pjs and then laid out sleeping bags and got ready to camp out in the living room.
  • The consumption of cookies, burnt popcorn (that isn’t some weird tradition, we just weren’t paying attention), and warm milk (in the hopes that the kiddos would fall asleep) happened while we were attempting to put together brunch items for the morning.
  • kept us updated on Santa’s whereabouts while watching Charlie Brown Christmas.
  • Somewhere around the middle of “Christmas Eve on Sesame Street,” a meltdown required us to take Zoë to her bed, where she fussed off and on for the rest of the night.
  • By 10:30 or 11:00, Dante was still wide awake, so we popped in “Elmo’s World: Happy Holidays” at his request, thinking he’d have to fall asleep during that. Mommy did. Dante kept waking her up so she wouldn’t miss Santa.
  • About midnight, we finally convinced Dante that Santa wouldn’t come if he wasn’t sleeping, and that we’d wake him if we caught Santa.
  • “Santa” finally arrived after midnight, ate the cookies & drank the soy milk we’d set out, fed his reindeer the carrots, filled stockings, left presents under the tree & a note for the sleeping kids, and collapsed for the night.
  • Zoë fussed several times through the remainder of the night, allowing us a sum total of an hour or so of uninterrupted sleep at any point through the night.
  • Dante woke around 5:30/6:00 a.m. and spent the next hour and a half asking every 10 minutes if it was time to open presents while his sister blissfully slept until 8:00.
  • Opening presents with a cranky toddler is not fun. She spent most of her time dissolving into a pool of tears or wandering around the room lost. Poor girl had no clue what was going on.
  • “Uncle Mike & Aunt Ami” arrived for brunch, more gifts, and general relaxation.
    Both kids are now resting quietly in their beds, allowing the grown-ups to enjoy some “peace on earth,” naptime, and playing with new toys!

Next year, we’ll rethink the Christmas Eve plan. It was a fun experiment, but I think it was a bit much for kids as young as ours. The good thing is, our son still believes in Santa and the magic of the holiday!

Here’s wishing all of you a day of rest and relaxation!