Christmas Special 8

Christmas Morning

“Mommy!” Hailey hisses, shaking my shoulder.

“Is Quinton awake?” I grumbled, not wanting to open my eyes yet.

“Mama!” I felt little hands tapping my face. “Mama, up! Santa!” Landon says loudly.

That’s right. It’s Christmas morning. We were up so late last night putting pieces of Hailey’s new doll house together, and setting up Landon’s new toddler roller coaster track around the living room that I forgot to set my alarm.

“Where’s your dad,” I groaned as I rolled over, trying to force my eyes to open.

“In Quinton’s room. He said to let you sleep until there was light in the sky, and now there is light in the sky!”

I looked over at the window, and just as Hailey said, there was a small sliver of sunlight peeking above the trees. I chuckle hoarsely, my throat dry from sleep and the cold air, then somehow manage to find the strength to swing my legs out from under the covers and onto the floor.

“Okay, I’m up,” I say as I stretch.

Hailey jumps in the air, c