Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
All those years when he would wake me up early on Christmas morning to rush downstairs and see what presents Santa had brought him, I wished he would sleep in. Or at least let me sleep in. But now that little Johnny isn’t so little anymore, I miss the Christmas morning excitement. He always had such joy on his face when he would shake me awake. “Mommy, Mommy!” His little voice would whisper yell. “It’s Christmas; get up! Get up!”
My room is quiet this year after the sun has come up over the snow-covered hills. While I should be grateful that I’m well rested, something just feels like it’s missing. I sneak down the hall to little Johnny’s room and see him still sleeping peacefully on his back. With dreams of sugar plums dancing in his head, I wonder.