Reinforcements

I rise early Christmas morning and the dogs and I make the voyage to the cold outdoors for a first morning pit stop. Then we wait. Next comes Grandma down the stairs. Then we wait. Finally, husband, Rich comes down the stairs. And we wait and wait. Finally, enough is enough and I send in the reinforcements. It works like a charm. What a sad day when the fascination of waking early for Christmas presents takes second place to sleeping in. I think I’ll have to wait for grandkids before we have another rush for the tree. For now I wait and use the best wake up alarm I have.