Twas (2) days before Christmas, and all through the town Paula is waiting to get out of work, Stephen is finishing up his shopping, doing laundry and getting ready for me to come home.

As, we begin our journey down to CT, I remember all my Christmas past, and sometimes wish I was still that little girl, who wakes everyone up before dawn to see if we can catch "Santa", which never seemed to happen, but we still had our presents.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if I had a big enough house so the whole family could all wake up together on Christmas morning and for once go back in time? Santa seems to find us no matter where we are, if I am in London, Charlotte, Mystic, anywhere he always finds me..

Merry Christmas and to all a good night..