There were shrieks and screams and I groaned, covering my ears. I felt the body of a small child fall on top of me, shaking and clinging to me.
"Wake up! It's Christmas!" Bandit shouted. "Santa came!"
Frank sighed beside me, rubbing his eyes. Our three daughters jumped together on our bed and I bit my lip.
"Girls, settle down," Frank mumbled.
I yawned, stretching while Frank wrapped his arms around me.
"Go sit on the stairs and we'll be there in a minute," Frank said.
The girls scrambled out of the room and I sighed as I sat up.
"I'm gonna head to the bathroom then grab Miles, he should wake up any minute now," Frank said.
He went to the bathroom and I sighed, stretching again. It was about five in the morning on Christmas day and I was so tired. Frank and I had stayed up late wrap
