It was over in 15 minutes.
I got up this morning to deal with the fire at the usual time- about quarter to five or so. The kids were still snuggled in their beds. Presumably sugar plums in their heads. Although, since I can’t figure out what’s going on in their the other 364 days, why should I know now?
I got back to bed half-expecting them to wake up- but they didn’t. I drifted off to sleep again and finally awaken around quarter to seven by the kids. They didn’t come to me, however, they went to the Wife and woke her up. It was time to go open presents. I wasn’t quite ready to get up, but I wasn’t given any choice at that point.
Sparky was gone. He had left the kids a simple note:
Merry Christmas.
See you next year.
Sparky
They had both said goodbye to him last night before going to bed. The cookies, carrots, and milk they’d left out for Santa and his reindeer were gone. Santa had also given the kids one other surprise. He’d taken a picture of Sparky nibbling on one of the cookies they’d left out with the Wife’s camera. Apparently Santa is technologically literate.
The rest is history. They tore open their presents with unbridled glee. The boy only fretted over the lack of a “Nerf Blaster” for a moment or two. Santa is at least a little discriminating in his toy choices. The lass had no problems with any of her gifts. They’ve been enjoying them ever since.
The phone calls will start soon, as will preparation for any early Christmas dinner. The kids will be kicked outside at the earliest possible convenience. The grandparents will arrive and spend some time today as well. Then Christmas will be over. With only The pictures and gifts to mark it’s passing.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.