For the first time (and the last...) Patrice had to work on Christmas Eve. It was going to be a late night. That's okay, the lateness, because we stay up to track Santa until midnight-ish. ("How do you think he does that, get around the world in 24 hours? My child inquired. "I bet it's like that episode when Amy got stuck in a different time-stream than Rory and the Doctor. Santa's in a slower time stream." Brilliant.)
Knowing that the Daddy would be busy and tired, I prepared some snacks. The strawberry Santas were successful. The star-topped sausages were passable, and the tomato-basil-mozzarella stuffed puff pastries were a failure.
When the kid went to bed, the elves came and fed the "watermelons" to the reindeer, cleaned up the "farm," and got Nicco's big surprise ready.
The daddy and I went to bed with big smiles on our faces, anticipating the morning.
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