Well, the kids are tucked into bed, and the husband and I are decked out on the couch in pajama'd splendor, waiting for them to actually fall asleep. I can hear the occasional snicker coming from upstairs and the door squeaking as they try unsuccessfully to open it quietly. Apparently, children don't learn the finer points of deception until they reach their teenage years.
We've got a long night ahead of us (Toys must be assembled that have thousands of tiny pieces and decals must be put into the most awkward spaces possible), but we're going to persevere. The milk and cookies are set out, and the Norad Santa Tracker says that the man in red is in Brazil, so I think we have a little time to recuperate from the hectic night.
So to all you others out there who are facing a similar fate, grab a bottle of wine--Or if you're like my husband and prefer to put toys together with Jameson's and Coke--And have a very Merry Christmas!
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