Snug in Their Beds

It's Christmas Day night, and I know the expression "snug in their beds" really belongs to Christmas Eve, but tonight it just feels so fitting. After a fun family day, and then an impromptu visit with friends, we came home for a late dinner and as a result, later bedtimes. Jacob went right to sleep and I always find the sound of his deep, even breathing so soothing over the monitor. Hannah just called me up to bring her a teddy bear, and after tucking her in again (and her teddy bear), I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. There was my little girl, all cozy under her blankets, hugging her bear, ready to drift off. And right next door, her baby brother was still sound asleep, most likely hugging his blanket tightly to his chest.

Obviously, this same scenario plays out night after night; yet for some reason tonight it gave me pause. It must be the season. I am in the mindset for "Silent Nights" and children "all snug in their beds". There really must be something magical about the holidays when something as ordinary as bedtimes seem like a blessing. That, or I put too much Baileys in my hot chocolate...