On our way home after standing outside in the cold and wind watching the local Santa Claus parade, the one in which her daddy walked alongside the firetruck handing out candy canes because seriously? Firemen make THE cutest elves EVER; our daughter informed me that Santa 'Coz' lives at the 'ice' pole and is going to bring me a present, "Not a boo chair, Mummy. A pink chair because that's nice."
And my son wrote what is probably his last letter to Santa Claus in which he very politely lists a few items he'd like - and he included the page and item numbers where said items can be found in the Sears Christmas Wish Book.
Last night the three of us watched the Polar Express movie together, complete with hot chocolate and floating marshmallows, and all I could think was how thankful I am to have them.
Could my children get any sweeter? Quite possibly.
And when they do, I'll share all the details with you. I'm obnoxiously proud that way.
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