The kids WON'T GO TO SLEEP! They keep popping out of bed like a bunch of Jacks-in-the-Box with their springs wound too tightly. Willow, at least, is yawning. Alex is doubting, even though he's been following Santa's progress here. Maybe it's the crappy computer animation that tipped him off.

Uncle Jay is spending the night, which is something of a tradition, although this time he had to catch a plane to get here. I think everything is wrapped, except for a couple of things out in the garage. The wind seems to be picking up too.

Think peace and love. Smile.