Patiently Waiting

How is it that I am awake first on Christmas morning, while my (almost) 8 year old daughter is still sleeping peacefully upstairs in her bed?

Wasn't she supposed to wake me up at six this morning, so I could grumble to her "It's too early go back to sleep."?

Oh ... Never mind. I hear the pitter patter of little feet sounding like an army running down the stairs.

Merry Christmas!