Santa Knows. We Proved It. (A post from the past, but it bears repeating!)
One Christmas when my daughter was about 4, she asked me what would happen if Santa came down the chimney while she was awake with a middle-of-the-night low blood sugar.
After I'd blinked the tears out of my eyes, I reminded her of a favorite Christmas song. It's probably the one from which she got the idea Santa would skip over her if she was awake, but I managed to turn it around. "Santa will know if we're awake. But he also knows everything about you, including that you have diabetes. He'll just visit other houses in our neighborhood first, and come back when you're asleep."
The same conversation has taken place regarding the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny, with significant anxiety around the issue.
Should your household have similar concerns, I hope the following tale will provide some reassurance:
On Christmas eve, around 9 p.m., my child was dozing off with a blood sugar of 110. A check at 10 had her up for juice to treat a 77. By 10:45, she'd balanced out to a nice 118, and around 11 we were all dreaming of sugar plums. Yet at 2 a.m., I was rummaging around Grandma's refrigerator for more juice to treat a 79.
We must have been asleep by 3 when my nephew claims to have been awakened by reindeer hooves on the roof. But at 4:30, I was awakened by my daughter fumbling with her meter in the little guest room we were sharing. She was 73. More juice.
We all (magically) fell back to sleep, and when we emerged to the living room around 7 a.m., the stockings were filled! Santa had come. Not close to 10, or 2, or 4:30. Despite so much wakefulness, he knew when we were sleeping, and that's when he came.
Maybe next year, if I'm really good, he'll put on a pot of coffee for me before he gets back in his sleigh.