Last night, the house sparkled with Christmas by the time I tucked in the girls and prayed with them at 9.30. They snuggled into the comforters on their bunk beds and I went back upstairs to tidy up.
It was 10.30 when I headed into the bathroom to get ready for bed myself, Paul having gone long before.
From somewhere in the house I heard...singing. I went into our room that is over the girls' room and up through the heat register came the strains of a hearty duet of The Twelve Days of Christmas. I didn't have the heart to squelch their Christmas spirit. How could I tell two sweet things to, "Please stop singing Christmas carols," when they had just spent the evening putting up Christmas decorations?
By 11.00, though, when I emerged from the bathroom, the festivities were still going strong down there, and their mom would be home at any moment. Besides, I was going to bed! I went down to find Tori and Tippy, on their knees, facing one another in the bottom bunk, playing a clapping game while singing camp songs. Caught in the act, they jumped beneath the covers. I firmly but gently warned of the morning soon to come and the need for sleep and they nodded in seeming sober agreement, but I hear that they were still up when Brenda arrived home from the hockey game at midnight.