The anticipation was killing us. All of us. I woke to the sounds of little feet running through the living room followed by laughter and excited voices. I lay in bed still so that I can hear their conversations. "Santa is coming tonight." "Tomorrow is Jesus' birthday." "We gotta make a birthday cake." "Santa has reindeer and a sleigh." "Jingle will go home with Santa tonight." "I'm gonna touch Jingle." "Nooo! DON'T touch him!"
Then the sprinting began. And the bouncing. And the flipping. And the non stop talking. They were so excited!!! So in an effort to keep them busy and from destroying the house with all the flipping...
We wrapped gifts.
We did laundry.
We made treats.
We baked cookies.
We spoke in a British accent.
We dressed puppy and Taylor in Christmas clothes.
We colored.
We cleaned the living room.
Four times.
We danced like rockstars.
We reenacted the first Christmas.
We learned how to say Merry Christmas in Italian.
We watched Christmas movies.
We cleaned the kitchen.
Six times.
We cleaned bedrooms.
We played.
We made a birthday cake for Jesus.
And...it was only lunch time!!!
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