On the Eve of Your First Christmas
There is just one sleep until Christmas and I'm so excited, you'd think I'm the one expecting Santa. I've been dreaming of your first Christmas since you got here - and many years before. We'll wake up in the morning snuggled together in bed; lately, you've been waking between 5 and 6 when I pull you into our bed for another hour or two. You nestle into the crook of my arm and we sleep so well like puzzle pieces in their right spots. Matzah will join us from her cozy spot at the foot of the bed as we give each other good morning hugs and kisses. Matzah has become quite fond of you; don't take this the wrong way, but the more graham crackers you drop to the floor, the fonder she becomes. Your family will be delighted to see you as we walk through the door, the Christmas tree aglow and surrounded with presents. Grandpa will have started on the eggs, bacon, pancakes and coffee, and Grandma will make her Starbucks run before we dive into the stockings. Aunt Kim
