Visiting Santa

Ho! Ho! Ho!
We had the opportunity to visit Santa this past weekend. We got to go see him at the airport. We asked him a series of questions; "What airline did you fly in on?" Rudolph Express. "Where are your reindeer now?" In a hanger down by FedEx. "How long was the flight?" A little over 2 hours.

We had fun talking with Santa and Seth and McKayla got to tell him what they wanted for Christmas. Seth asked for a Pirate ship, McKayla asked for a baby doll bunk bed and I asked for a deposit into my checking account.

The Christmas Spirit

This year we put our Christmas tree up the week after Thanksgiving. If I don't get it up before the first of December I consider it a pointless time waster. You should see the deep dark dungeon that I have to pull my Christmas boxes from. It is literally the black abyss and if you stay down there too long you are sure to get lost and never return. Anyway, it usually takes me 1/2 a day just to get the stuff out and by then I am to tired to do anymore. This year I was able to get the tree together and put in it's spot and I was done for the day. The crying began from McKayla, but I was not giving in. "We will finish tomorrow!". Well I had to work that night and when I got home around 2am. I was overly energized and proceeded to put most of the lights on that darn tree. 3am and I am off to bed but happy that the lights are on. That is the one thing I insist on doing myself. Everyone can just sit and watch me, but no one can help put the lights on. I am way to picky about it, walking to the other side of the room every few minutes to squint and make sure they are all on straight. What is with that. As if the people who walk through my door squint at my tree to make sure the lights are even?