As has long been my habit, I woke up early this morning to see if Santa had come.
And has been the case for each of my Christmases so far (knock on wood), my (relatively) good behavior has paid off.
He ate the cookies.
He stuffed the stockings.
He left us some presents.
It’s cold outside but warm in here. There’s egg nog in the fridge.
We seem to have the basic ingredients for a very nice Christmas in the Barn.
Now I just have to wait for everyone else to wake up.
A very happy holidays to you and yours.
