The Story of the Sleepy Santa

So yesterday we had Christmas Eve dinner and exchanged gifts with my mom. It was wonderful. Of course the kids were completely tanked up because hello, it’s Christmas! Korban went to bed peacefully with the assistance of Jet and melatonin but Selah was wide eyed and very excited. Brad and I thought we’d lay down with her in our bed and talk for a minute, let her go to sleep there, and then we’d get up and put out their gifts from Santa. One problem though—we passed out too and didn’t wake up until Brad’s internal alarm clock woke him up at 7:00 a.m. So yeah, no Santa at our house. Fortunately, the kids were still asleep so we jumped up in a panic and started slinging gifts under the tree. We had most of Selah’s gifts out but none of Korban’s when we heard a noise behind us. We turned around and there stands Korban in the doorway. We just froze and stood there with our mouths hanging open while Korban surveyed the dolls and accessories. He said “Hey, uh, is there going to be any boy gifts?” Poor dude was legitimately concerned. I said something profound like “GobacktobedgobacktobedGOBACKTOBED!” Brad took him back to bed, and persuaded him to wait until Selah woke up. Lo and behold, there were boy gifts. If you remembered to actually put gifts out for your kids, you’re doing better than me and Brad this Christmas. Luckily all’s well that ends well and even though we know gifts aren’t the most important thing, they did get their gifts, even the boy ones. We took some time before they were unleashed on the gifts to reflect on the true meaning of Christmas. Brad read the Christmas story and Selah assisted by acting it out. Korban prayed and we sang happy birthday to Jesus. It was a great morning even if it did get off to a wild start. 

Merry Christmas from our (crazy) household to yours!