Christmas morning begins with my children coming into the bedroom to wake James and me up. “Mommy, Santa came!” Eli announced.
“Come on, Daddy, I know you're not really sleeping.” Mackenzie protested.
“Yes, I am,” James mumbled with his eyes still closed.
Both kids just giggled. “Daddy!” They called in unison. “Wake up.”
“Five more minutes,” James stated, rolling over onto his stomach.
“Mommy.” Eli pouted.
“Alright, I need to get up and go pee. When I return, we will go down to see what Santa brought you.” I assure them as I get out of bed. “That will be enough time for Daddy to wake up.”
“Okay.” They both whined together as they crossed their arms over their chests.
When I return, James is out of bed and pul
