The Stockings Were Hung

Christmas Eve. One in the morning. Everyone in bed. And I couldn't help but notice that Santa had come. And so I had to snap a photo. Before the chaos of the morning. Because it's so much work for Santa to orchestrate something like this. And thank God for elves who are able to build toys and run to the store when said toys are missing parts and make this happen so our kids can look back with fond memories of Christmas.

I was lucky to grow up in a house full of people and love. And holidays were always special. And we were spoiled. And so I have a hard time doing anything else for my own kiddos. Because you're only little once. And this is magic.