God Bless Us, Every One

It’s amazing the difference you see in putting one’s three children to bed on Christmas Eve and then 24 hours later on Christmas night.  Last night I nearly had to resort to bribery for them to calm down and go to sleep so that Santa could do his important works.  Tonight, after a full day Christmas-y toys, sweets, gifts and late-day meltdowns, the most drastic thing I had to do to get anyone to go to sleep was to walk away from their respective bedrooms after tuck-ins.

If only I could find a way to bottle “child Christmas nighttime” as a sleep aid.

A very Merry (and Puddin-y) Christmas to everyone…and to all a Good Night!

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