Christmas, for a four-year-old, is pretty much it. After parties, trips to the candy store, and much singing, Lucy finally wound up in bed at 9 pm Christmas Eve. I went to give her a kiss after Nick tucked her in. She appeared silent, possibly asleep, her back turned toward the door.
She was, instead, concentrating.
"Mom, this is perfect. I can look out my window and see when it lights up because of Rudolph's nose! I'm going to see Rudolph's light tonight when Santa comes here!"