It was the night before..

I had dreaded today. Not the day per se - but the night. Because:

ONE MORE SLEEP (or lack thereof)

That's it. We are here. It seems like we have been counting down forever and then before you know it - it's here and I think we're ready.

We have PJ's on and teeth brushed and believe it or not she went to bed really easy tonight and she behaved really well. We asked her to clean up her toys in the family room and she did! No screaming.

It's a Christmas miracle.

I told her tonight that she was on the naughty list for a while earlier this week and she replied that she was now on the nice list and now it's too late to change the list as Santa's already on his way.

She's too smart. I'm doomed.

We're ready Santa. We have Cookies at the ready:

the note reads:

Dear Santa,

My name is Espy. I'm five years old.

I've been very good. I would like if you could bring me a Furby.

Season's greetings from our family to yours. 🎅