I was up early this morning. I had turned on the Christmas tree and was enjoying the quiet, when a drowsy Billy came out of his room. He came down the stairs and looked at the tree. Then he looked out the window at the 2 inches of fresh snow and more falling. He asked me,
“Momma? Is it Christmas morning?”
Thankfully, when I told him it wasn’t. He just sighed and said, “Okay.” And went off to find his breakfast.