Santa usually stops by the park at the end of our street each year. This year, for whatever reason, our kids were really into writing out their Christmas lists for Santa. So Saturday we walked over to deliver the lists.
If she were in Ethiopia, they probably would have had her dressed in about 3 more layers.
Luke would get near Santa, but wouldn't sit on his lap.
Sophie didn't have a choice, for the obligatory "kid screaming on Santa's lap" picture.
She recovered quickly though.
Levi and Noah had no interest in even talking to Santa, but they did stuff their letters into his mailbox.
They are convinced that since all three of them wrote Press Dough (as seen on TV!) on their lists, that Santa would just have to bring it to them. From what I gathered, "Santa" may have been suckered into it. Dang Qubo TV channel...
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