The Miracle

The stress and chaos? Well worth it. Christmas morning and they are all still sleeping, woo-hoo! This a result of an insanely late night Christmas Eve. Also, well worth it. I get up early and shut everyone's door to let them sleep, while I tippy toed into the kitchen to make some goodies for breakfast.

9:10a and I hear a door quietly open. Then came the footsteps, first slowly, then almost running. I knew who it was, just by the sound on the floor. Then I hear with all the excitement of an almost seven year old boy, "Mommy, MOMMY its a MIRACLE!!" I came around the corner of the kitchen and asked him, "What is?" Michael turns and looks at me with a face that was literally glowing and said, " Santa. He came. He FINALLY got here with our presents, LOOK!" I swear, I almost cried. He was so thrilled. For me, there wasn't another gift needed.

He immediately slammed his sisters door open to share his new found miracle.

True enough, the real miracle of Christmas is the birth Jesus and will always be. But, in the eyes of a little boy, presents from Santa can certainly qualify.















































"The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common. "

-Ralph Waldo Emerson