Because you get one look-at-what-Santa-brought-us post out of the way early, and your google readers and such will be one less post packed with feeding reindeer and jammiefied babes opening gifts with serious bed head issues come this weekend.
Again. You're welcome.
So...let's get right to it, shall we?...
I've mentioned before that Santa comes early to our house. It is a nifty arrangement that I've worked out with the Jolly Old Elf, and Bowl Full of Jelly and I both agree that it is a win-win for both of us. I don't have to haul presents all over creation, and Santa Baby gets to skip over this house come Christmas Eve.
You see, we leave today. For our traipse through the country, over hills, and under rivers (or however that little diddy goes) to see grandparents, inlaws, and outlaws. And because our family just seems to keep scattering further and further apart, our time away from home during this most busy of busiest seasons keeps stretching.
Santa came to our house yesterday. That's right. A whole week earlier than you other people. Which is all fine and dandy unless you are a panicked prone-to-procrastination mama.
It all came together and was so worth the effort when this little angel baby went out to feed the reindeer on "Christmas Eve." He even chose special carrots for each reindeer. "This one is for Comet. This one is for Blitzen. This one....."
(He was thrilled the next morning when all the carrots had been munched on and one had even been carried up onto the roof by one of the flying furry friends!)
We left milk and cookies for Santa.
As a family, we go by the Four Present Poem for our gift-giving structure. I got the idea from Meredith last year, and our family has fallen in love with it!