Tonight, we took the kids to the Galleria to sit in Santa's lap. They were P-R-E-C-I-O-U-S. This year was so easy that it kind of went by as a blur. We walked into the mall and right up to Santa (no line). Kensington hopped right up there, sat sweetly and asked for a pony. She said "cheese" and jumped off. Then Smith ran right up there, sat sweetly, asked for a scooter, said "cheese" and hopped off. That's it. Done. No melt downs circa 2009. Nothing but sweetness and smiles for Old St. Nick.
They won't believe in this for long. I'm trying to soak it up.
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