Well none of that happened this year.
Some of it happened, I guess, but let me retell our Santa-tale for you. Obviously, we are kind of running out of time to see him. I mean, Thursday is a pretty big night for him. The kids had not asked to go see him, but of course I think that their childhood might fall to pieces if we miss sitting on Santa's lap one year.
I washed them and dressed them pretty, I even brushed their hair. We drove 45 minutes because a Santa that is say, 15 minutes away isn't good enough for my kids. Nothing but the over-commercialized best for my darlings.
So basically I shimmied the kids up to the edge of the red carpet and said "hey kids wave to Santa, from a distance, maybe just shout what you want" like "hey Santa, if you could just add a train, a robotic cat and every stuffed animal in the land to your list you'll have the Jones kids covered." I gave him a thumbs up and a wink as I was shouting and clicking my camera but I think he just gave me a dirty look. I could feel his sparkling eyes and his cheeks like cherries starring me down saying "hey lady, where's your Santa pass? Take a number and get in line with the rest of these crazy parents."
No worries Santa, my kids liked the train better.
I'm pretty sure that Babs and Grandma are much more attentive than Santa anyhow...
Until next year.
Happy Christmas xoxo