When I was little, the anticipation for Christmas morning was overwhelming. My sister, brother and I would lay in wait the eve before – not much sleep between us.
That morning we’d be up early; though not earlier than our parents. I imagine now that it was less likely an early morning for them than it was a really long night.
I remember distinctly one year, standing at the top of the stairs; three pajama clad bed heads calling down, “Can we get up?” The reply, “Not till I finish my coffee.”
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I loved those Christmas mornings with my three little “bed heads”.
Love, Mom