the wee hours of Christmas morn

Dante woke up when I went to bed around 3:40, and never went back to sleep. He waited very patiently, having tiptoed downstairs to scope the stocking scene a couple of times. Finally, around 8am he could wait no more, so he woke us all up and down we went. He was pretty tired.

Ooooh, sparkly stuff to glue onto non-sparkly sleep.