Yesterday we went to see the 'Real' Santa. The special thing about this Santa, which makes him the real Santa, vs. Santa's friends who try to help him out is, this Santa knows the children's names. At least some of them...including ours. The other fabulous thing? I have his direct number. Which is really handy, cause then Santa can tell Carli that she has been doing better keeping her room clean, but she needs to be nice to her Momma. Which works...all the way until we get home.
My eternal thanks to Mrs. Dobson who took the pictures and so kindly forwarded them.
4 comments:
Of course we'd take our kids to see the "real" Santa. I mean, if the man knows if you're sleeping or awake or naughty or nice, he by God better know your name! Nice to know that we've got his direct number. Too bad the threat of "calling Santa" will only work for another week. Then what do we do???!!
Oh, and you're welcome for the pictures. :-)
She looks so grown up. Make her stop doing that!
Yes, Kim. If only there were a way. Turns out, with age comes sas! Grrrrrr. So, how's those boys growth stunt workin out fer ya?
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