This is the first year that I really "get" Santa. We were strolling the mall and my mom pointed him out, and I boldly told her that "I have to meet him." Mommy was pretty sure I would not go near him, but we waited in a short line. I walked right up to him and told him I wanted a Santa of my own...oh and a cat too. Mommy kept telling me that I did not have to take a picture with him, but I wanted to...sort of. I was not keen to sit on his lap, so they brought a little chair, and a book. I LOVE books so I pretended to read and gave a shy little smile. I ended my Santa experience with telling him to "come home with me to play." I shocked my Mommy, that is for sure. She thought the jolly old man would scare me.
(Mommy cannot figure out the scanner, but will hopefully load pics soon)
Mommy insists we also talk about how Christmas is the birth of baby Jesus. I keep telling everyone that on Christmas we have to say "Happy Birthday Jesus!" and throw him a bit party. I "cleaned" up Mary, Joseph and Jesus from my Mommy's nativity with some wipes, so they are all ready for the big day. Cleanliness is next to Godliness after all.
Peace on earth!
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