Santa is coming!

Every year this time after dark, I find myself freezing my butt off, stepping out on the porch every 10 minutes or so, straining my ears.

I'm scanning the foggy horizon, looking for tell-tale flashes of light against the sky. I'm listening for the distant sound of sirens.

Hearing none, I walk back inside, and repeat this process again and again.

Until finally, we hear the sirens, and the boys and I spring out of our chairs and rush out the door.

"Santa is coming! Santa is coming!"