We calmed her down by trying to sled on the radio flyer backup sled a couple times.
Then at dinner I guess she'd made a pact with Eric and Laura. If she ate three tater tots she could have the last one. I didn't know that, so by the time she was ready, I had already eaten it. Again, tears: "Daddy ate the tater tooottt!" We needed ice cream and a book to calm her down.
Then before bed she was sooo excited about Santa coming. In the bath: "I can hear sleigh bells! I can hear a red nose!" After saying goodnight to everyone: "I can hear lots of sleigh bells! 10 of them!" Then as she's tucked in: "But what if Santa doesn't bring me a present?" Urg, I didn't want to get into that. "Shut your eyes, Cecilia." "But Santa won't come unless everybody goes to sleep!" "We will, Cecilia."