This morning, I slept in. I almost forgot to put out the Christmas stockings for my kids, I'm slacking!

I wanted to take a few pictures for my Make It Special - DIY Christmas eGuide for next year, as I was unloading my camera I heard my husband stir.

Then I hear an eerie dripping sound. I thought he threw up.

But then he started snoring, so I figured all was well. Until I continued to hear a dripping sound.

Then I hear it. Mo-o-o-o-o-om. 

You know what that means.

Sick kid on Christmas morning.

So I went downstairs (she was sleeping on the couch waiting for Santa), cleaned up and made her as comfortable as possible. She went back to sleep, I went back to getting the stockings together.

About an hour later (I got a little sidetracked on the pictures) I went down with the Christmas stockings, sure she was sleeping by now as I hadn't heard a peep.

While I was arranging them I heard a quiet snore, thinking to myself, wheww, no problem.

Until I turned around and saw her sitting there looking at me.

I looked at her and she turns her wide open eyes on me and says… don't worry, I won't tell.

This is one of my funniest Christmas moments so far because she is the youngest one left, and she is the only one who still suspected that there "might" be a Santa Claus. 

I was doing all the sneaking around for her!

Kids.

Gotta love them. Especially at Christmas time.