We got to sleep until well past 7am, when Kyla poked her head and asked about the gifts at the end of her bed—since Wesley is always snuggled up next to her by the morning, Santa left both her wrapped books and his at the foot of her bed. But then the kids tiptoed quietly to prepare the annual kitchen café.
I’ll give them full credit for their willingness—they even want to serve us off the special menu before presents. We talked them into gifts, but I was really proud of how they wanted to give us something special first.
Since not one of them believes in Santa, they go to great lengths to pretend they do. The same lengths Dwayne and I go to as we play along.
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