Of course dude loved Santa. Sissy not so much.
I hosted Christmas brunch with our family!
On Christmas Eve, I asked dude what he wanted to tell Santa Claus. This was his letter. "Dear Santa, I want to be a good. I'd like a pet Boomer and Spider Man. I have a sister, will you bring Annie something? She wants lipstick. Be careful!"
I about died when he told Santa that Annie wanted lipstick. She's obsessed and everyone knows it!
Christmas morning was SO fun. We were on the fence about even doing "santa" but it's a right of passage and I mean come on have you seen dude's face when he sees him? So, we decided the best thing for our family is to open presents from us Christmas Eve and then open presents from Santa Christmas morning. And Santa is not allowed to bring more than 3 gifts, that's all baby Jesus got!
And then we said goodbye to Christmas cozied up by the fire!
Nothing like a Christmas blog finally posted in mid-January. I'll blame it on my appendix.