I came home from church at 11:45, and everyone was asleep. The house was dark except for the twinkle lights, which Pete had left on for me. I was charmed. He had also left me a note saying “hi Santa!” and to wake him if I needed any help filling the kids’ stockings.

The dog’s stocking had already been filled.

I finished up without waking him. Now for a cup of eggnog and the cookie on Santa’s plate. Everything is so quiet. It’s always amazing to me how the traffic and the crowds and the bustle suddenly disappear…I mean, just a few days ago I was dodging shopping carts and rushing to finish everything.

Time for sleep. Merry Christmas, and may it be a day of miracles.