T minus ten hours

I’m sitting here in a very quiet hotel room, two little girls snuggled under thick duvet covers, finally asleep.

I won’t go into details over how much yelling and threatening I did though to get them to finally settle down and try to sleep.

To say they’ve been hyper today would be an understatement.

Morgan and her aunt have been e-mailing each other the last few days, passing along ideas for making projects. Emily has been talking about her grandpa non-stop.

They’ve been taking more about this visit than that fat guy in a red suits appearance. They haven’t even been concerned about him finding them on Christmas day.

Morgan had me in stitches the other day, as we were packing, I asked if she wanted to take a few christmas books with her. She grabbed two, one was “The First Christmas”. She said she wanted to bring it, even if it didn’t make any sense.  I asked her what she meant by that, and gave me a few reasons that I don’t remember right now. I explained a few things about the christian religion, from Jesus’ birth, life, death and then resurrection to give her a better idea of what Christians beleive and how Christmas comes into play.

She was confused about the resurrection.

She wanted to know if people ran around screaming because he was a zombie.

I was down and out for a good 5 minutes.