"Mommy, I Think There Is Something In Our Stockings!"

This morning when Rachel got up she ran to the living room and ran back saying she thinks she saw something in our stockings. I told her that Santa hadn't come yet. She said she wanted to play in her room. Lance and I slept on and after a while she came back and asked "how many more minutes until Santa leaves". I just giggled and tried to explain that he was not coming for a while. I guess it is time to get out the calender to put a star on the day that we are going to make cookies and leave milk for the him.