As I write this, Sam has been in bed for a couple of hours now. I'm not sure he's asleep. The others have been upstairs for over an hour. I'm certain they're not asleep. Santa has finally finished crashing around downstairs- first decorating the tree, then putting the presents under it and stuffing and hanging the stockings- before writing a letter back to Sammy and then finally doing the dishes and sitting down to listen to the silence.
As soon as the gremlin(s) quite down upstairs, Santa will head up to leave some candy on the boys' nightstand and on the table in the hall- proof that he had been there and hadn't forgotten them, just like he had done for me a lifetime ago.
It's been requested that Santa not enter the girls room tonight for fear that he may get injured or lost- likely both. Santa, being the wise man that he is, has no intention of going in that room. It's been too long a day and in another five minutes, it will be Christmas. Soon it will be time to start all over again.
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