Thursday, November 29, 2007
The Real Santa
In the 15 seconds that they give you to take a picture, I couldn't get H to smile. She wasn't quite sure she wanted to be sitting with the guy in the red suit. J, on the other hand
, brought a list, a paper full of toys he had cut out of wish books and taped together. He presented it to Santa, who told him the only thing he'd forgotten was his name. This Santa is real; he's always so great. A few years ago, as John tried to quickly whisk J off of his lap, the big guy wagged his finger at John and said that J wasn't finished yet. Yep, John got scolded by Santa. That's how I know he's real.
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