Just got the morning visit from Matthew. He climbed into bed at 6:47 a.m. with excitement exploding from every pore. With his face once again 3 inches from my face, he "whispered" (loud enough that his brothers down the hall could hear him): "I wish it was nightime!"
"Why," I asked.
"Because, you silly goose, Santa is coming!"
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