As a child I found it neigh impossible to fall asleep Christmas Eve. My parents had to repeatedly remind me that Santa only came after children were asleep in order for me to lay my head down and attempt slumber. I would then be up before the crack of dawn eagerly waiting to be released from the purgatory of my room to rush into the living room and witness the splendor of Christmas morning. I was always amazed at my cousins who seemed to fall asleep without issue on Christmas Eve and awaken late allowing their parents to arise without be rousted by eager children. They were freaks.
It seems whatever gene my cousins possessed that allowed them to sleep like logs the night before Christmas was also in my blood, but latent. It must have skipped generation. My children go to bed without issue and fall asleep without trouble. They sleep later than they do on the weekends the rest of the year. They are freaks.
I was up past eleven (doing my Christmas duty of assembling and wrapping etc.) and up at 4:30 this morning. On the plus side, I was able to get a good shower and my devotional time while all else slept.
Merry Christmas to all.
“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”