'Twas The Night Before Christmas

It's easy to forget - with all the excitement - that Santa actually comes to our house a night before the night before Christmas.

That was the case last night. We had just spent several hours at our familiy KK party. When we got home, Emily wasn't tired (lots of Pepsi will do that to you) so she and Dad sat down to watch the Creighton basketball game in Hawaii.

About a half-hour later, it was finally time to go to bed (it was halftime, after all). Emily went to her room and Dad to his. Moments after they turned their lights off and settled into bed, a loud "thump" was heard from the corner of the house. It was the kind of noise you hear when someone falls out of bed.

Dad didn't think much of it - and Emily didn't get up to investigate, either. But when we all woke up this morning, the loud noise made sense. It was Santa. He had stopped by to drop off new pajamas for the girls to wear on Christmas Eve.

We'll be sharing pictures here, of course, just as soon as our camera batteries recharge.