What hard work!

On Christmas morning the girls slept in until about 8:30. Caitlin came down with her head hanging...

Me: What's wrong?

C: Santa didn't come to my room.

Me: Santa doesn't come to your room, he comes to the tree. Let's see if he ate the cookies and drank the milk and left presents and filled stockings.

C: He did. Santa did drink his milk!

She was so excited for the rest of the day.