Did I ever tell you about the Sandman?

So this Christmas eve tradition started when I realized one Christmas morning that the kids' pyjamas were awful in every single photograph I took. Torn, stained, stretched out, too small, you name it. So the following year, and every year after, the Sandman would come on Xmas eve and leave a gift for the kids to open the night before. It always just so happened to be new pjs. It is the Sandman after all... The guy in charge of sleep.

Also, the Sandman is also low key pissed to leave his, I don't know... lair to have to only come to our house. He wraps badly, uses too much or too little paper and scribbles the names directly on the packages. This year he straight up forgot which box was for who and he only had 2 to keep track of. Oh you silly Sandman.

In case you can't read what he scrawled on the gifts, here it is:

"Ok. So here's the deal... I'm the Sandman not Santa I have no elves and I have no patience. You are lucky these are even wrapped. One of these is for the boys, one is for the girls. You figure it out. I forgot, frankly.

Whatever, enjoy, sleep well,
The Sandman"

I hope the kids do it too. Or start something new of their own. Christmas traditions have to start somewhere.

kxx

Family is awesome (but not necessarily mine)

Actually it's my Poopie's. I just listened to a voicemail from his sister who lives in California. She's back in town to visit with her brothers and sister. As I listened to her message hoping to arrange a date for us all to get together, I found myself grinning from ear to ear and so looking forward to seeing her again after about a year. I really love his sisters (and brother). I'm so lucky to have them in my family. I don't know what it's like to have a sister but I think these women come pretty close. They rock my socks.

kxx