I mean, I know I wasn't alone.
We got a call last night for a little kindergarten girl who needed a place to stay.
I was looking forward to a quiet bed time, wine, and Sherlock. Not in that order, of course.
I said she could stay here. Of course, right?
I mean, if there wasn't any room in the Inn for Jesus, how great is it if I say no to a 5 year old with no home?
She is here, trying to help Scott figure out how to set up the Wii. We went to see Santa today, and she says she has never met him.
"He's a pretty great guy," she says.
"Aunt Rachie? I'm gonna be pretty sad when I have to leave here."
|Sienna, taking very seriously her visit to Santa's train|