This morning in the early hours, I noticed that Theo had once again crawled into our bed and as I was carrying him back to his room I said "Theo I love you so much, I am so glad that God put you in our family" and my sleepy guy said "No, Santa put me in the family".  Good grief, it seems that no matter how many times I told Theo what Christmas was really about, the big jolly man who left too many presents trumps all!