'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
Except for one sentry who kept watch instead;
Except for one sentry who kept watch instead;
And mamma with her camera decided to snap,
Grant settled down for a long winter's nap,
On Christmas Eve, David and I watched a movie in our sitting room upstairs after putting the kids to bed. Grant wanted to wait up for Santa so we allowed him to stay downstairs on the couch. When I went down to turn off Christmas lights for the evening, this is what I found.
He had his alarm clock on his lap so he would know when it was midnight.
It looks like he fell asleep before Santa got there.
Better luck next year, buddy!!
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