supposed to go downstairs. Santa had not even been here yet! We really had tried to go to sleep, each in our rooms separated by a short hallway. As soon as our parents closed our doors and went downstairs, we opened our doors so we could call to each other. Going back to bed, eyes closed tight, we both lay stiff and still, even pretending
to snore. We were certain that even pretend snoring would help us to go to sleep, or at least prove to our parents that we were asleep. All it did was make us giggle destroying any attempt at quiet and calm. Our spirits were too excited to even feign sleep but we really tried to quiet ourselves once we heard the all too familiar “You kids be quiet! Santa can’t come if there are any giggling kids around.” Each of us grabbed a stuffed toy and cuddled under our covers, eyes shut tight again, but the stifled giggling wouldn’t stop.