The kids have always had a hard time going to sleep on Christmas eve. This year was the worst that I can remember. At around 1:00 a.m. I had to shew them all away from the tree and into their beds. Exhausted I climbed into my nice warm bed. “Mom!, it’s Christmas! I looked at the clock. For goodness sakes I just laid down. Nope, it was 7:oo a.m. Peeking up from the covers at the excited faces I knew I would not be able to convince anyone for even 10 more minutes of sleep. Though my morning was hazy, it was quite wonderful. Tab, Bam, Journey and Maurice’s new troop Vellette came over for dinner. A beautiful day and much to be grateful for.