Unthinkable

I awoke Christmas morning only to realize that I was so exhausted from the holiday busyness and preparations, that I fell asleep before leaving cookies for Santa; Santa hadn't visited our house at all that Christmas Eve. I panicked and tried to come up with a plan to quickly cover up the mistake before the rest of the house began to stir.
(A couple of years, I entirely forgot that it was already Christmas, and therefore failed to ensure his arrival.) Sometimes I wake in the initial moment of discovery; other times, I go through a whole "quick fix" before Christmas is ruined for everyone else as well.
I am always glad to find that Christmas is still a few days away, my children would never let me forget that Christmas had finally arrived, even if I managed to let it slip my mind, and that my own excitement will draw him near and never let Santa pass over our house, even if we do forget his snack.

I may not have had this dream every Christmas, but many of them. Last night was the night. So, as everyone expressed joy and excitement for Christmas with, "I wish it was already Christmas," I was thinking, 'not me.'