Really? Already? Where was I when all that was happening?
Oh wait, I was enjoying a nice vacation of sleeping in and spending time with my husband. We finished the shopping for gifts earlier in the week, and I concluded the food shopping yesterday. All that is left today is for us to attend services this afternoon, then head over to my parent's house to eat supper and open a few gifts.
Once we get home, we will make some cookies for Lar--I mean, Santa, and place them out where he can find them. We even have a special plate and cup for the guy. Then it will be a matter of getting the boy to sleep so we can put the toys out for him to see on Christmas morning. Zane fights sleep tooth and nail, but once you get him to be still, he's out. It's the getting to be still that will be the hard part.
Then I will sit back and watch Die Hard with a glass of wine while my husband attempts to put together a 3700 piece Lego set and arrange the presents for maximum visual impact when Zane comes down the stairs. Maybe if I can get him to drink a glass of wine, Larry will watch the movie with me.
The kicker? My son decided yesterday that he wanted a Balrog for Christmas, addition to all the other stuff he asked for. Would YOU want this critter in your house?
I told him that Balrogs were messy, smoky, and all-around terrible house guests, and they were not allowed in the house. Besides, all of his toys would melt--did he really want that? Nothing changes a boy's mind faster than the thought of melted toys.
Yep, it's Christmas Eve.