Every year we leave Santa something like this:
And then he leaves something like this:
But the mess is okay because it's directly related to a lot of something like this:
And then the afternoon is quiet, like this:
Merry Christmas, my friends. May the peace and joy of the season of Christ's birth fill your home with all kinds of small but significant happinesses like this.
3 comments:
The foot prints are genius. I'm going to work extra hard next year to convince my little boy Santa is still real. He's turning 7 and his years as a true believer are numbered. His older sister lasted until 9. I was pretty happy with that.
Love the foot prints! Merry Christmas, hope this year brings much joy to you and your family.
The footprints are indeed great!
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