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God and Santa are brothers, right?

On his way into bed tonight, I caught Michael walking into the kitchen. He linked his hands together, bowed his head, and I caught a very faint 'Dear God' and then 'Amen' at the very end. I'm not sure what he was praying for (more toys? morning to hurry up? safe flight for Santa?) but I thought it was very funny that he was 'caught' praying. We didn't say anything about it. I like for those things to remain private between the boys and their God.

BTW - he obviously wasn't asking God to give daddy a swift installation of the PS3 on his High-Def TV. Scott's been cursing off and on all night from upstairs because the system works, but despite an HDMI cable connection it doesn't seem to want to default to that. :)

Finally, he is in bed, snuggled with Barqs. My Mom is on the formal living room couch. I'm on the living room couch (and site of Christmas in the morning), snuggled with Pepper. I have checked and there are two little boys dreaming quietly in their beds.

Time to drift off to sleep (thank you, Sir Ambien). WAIT! Gotta make sure I have some scissors, various screwdrivers, various battaries, tape and other 'rescue' materials for the morning. Trash bags, too!!!!

Good night...and, since it is 1:00 am officially:



Dec. 25th, 2006 07:22 am (UTC)
Merry Christmas, my friend. Merry Christmas.