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!