It's Christmas Eve, and of course, Guy was too excited to fall asleep tonight. He stood looking out his window watching for Santa Claus to fly by for quite some time. After a while, I laid down next to him, and he told me how happy he was. I scratched his back until he drifted off to sleep...followed by his signature child-sized snore.
Scarlett suggested to Steve that when Santa comes, he should go "tippy-toes" downstairs "like she does" to spy on him. So, we did. And this is what we saw:
I was worried that Santa might scold us, but he just gave out a "ho, ho ho," and sent us off to bed! Good night, and thank you Santa, for all of the fun and magic that you have brought into our lives through the years!