It had been two weeks since Grayson asked Santa for a firetruck. Two weeks of being asked about 500 times a day "where's my firetruck." This question came every morning when he woke up, every night when he went to bed, and often in the middle of the night when he couldn't sleep because he was so excited about the firetruck.
So we decided to call the North Pole and ask Santa to make an early stop. To our delight, Santa agreed. Now Grayson, Mommy, and Daddy are all much happier - - and getting more sleep.
