I know we aren't all of the same religion here on Pelican but I think the story I tell can translate well.
I got a call from my wife this morning just after 2 other calls from very negative
people wanting me to solve a problem for them regarding our services. aargghh
My son got on the phone and told me that Santa had sent him a letter. He was so excited that Santa knew who he was and was going to come to our house and that Macky shouldn't bark at the reindeer or they might be scared and run away and Santa doesn't like cookies but Rudolph likes chocolate milk, "just like me Daddy!"
Then it was my Sarah's turn. She is 2.5 and hasn't really got the whole"talking coherently" thing down but I understand that she got a letter from Santa as well. Oh, and he is bringing her Bahbyandthedimncastle. Uh, okayyyyyyyyyy.
I told them I would have to check it out when I got home.
When I got home tonight, before we even sat down to eat, they ran up with their letters and I had to read them to each of them, word for word.
I had a long day at work with lots of different levels of stress but when I get home and my kids are genuinely glad to see me it makes it all just right.
Another good time of the day for me is before leaving for work. I peek in on the kids and cover them up or move the toys around and give them a kiss. They are so peaceful. You just have to wonder what they are dreaming about.
(Yes, I kiss my wife goodbye every day, too.)