A Jen Too Many

I am reliably informed (by Oldest Girl Child) that Santa will need Rudolph tonight, as it was foggy today.

We have just finished the letters to Santa. The milk and eggnog are waiting on the table, the letters neatly place next to them. Pictures drawn by Youngest Girl Child as presents to Santa are waiting under the tree. Oatmeal has been scattered around the front yard to feed the hungry reindeer.

They are almost too excited to breathe.

It is not quite as intense around here as it usually is, since we already opened most of the presents. Daddy is working tomorrow, leaving around 4 a.m. to get there on time. Opening the presents tonight allowed him to participate in the process. Tomorrow morning, we will all get up very early, so that Daddy can see the girls' reaction to the presents that Santa will bring, and get to read the letter that Santa always leaves them.

It's been a little weird opening our presents so early. There's a definite rhythm, a pattern I expect to Christmas. Having it changed like this has left me feeling off-kilter, almost like it isn't really Christmas at all.

Or maybe I'm just getting old and don't get as excited about Christmas anymore.

It is past bedtime already, and we still need to check NORAD to see where Santa is right now.

Merry Christmas to all of you!