Old Kris Kringle...

We saw the big guy this week.

We were the first in line and Santa was lucky to make it to his chair the way my kids rushed him.

But he did... and then the magic ensued.

P.S. His eyes... how they twinkled!  :)

I told the boys on the way over that we were only asking Santa for three things each.  You should have heard the little smarties work out the details on the drive over so that all their collective wishes would be granted, "Um, Kael, if you ask for a toy gun we can share it and then I can ask for a sled and we can share that... you know?"  It was awesome.

And like all good outings... we met up with COUSINS!  It made the magic that much merrier!

Plus... baby Emeri and her sequin bow = winning.

And before the sun set, we traveled to see the reindeer.

"They're real you know."

"Hey, can we fly on them?"

"Well, can we at least pet them then?"

"Is it gonna be rudolph?"

"Do we have to stay outside the fence or could we get in there?"

We all voted and it was decided that this big guy is Prancer.

So now you're in the know.

And this other feller is Dasher.

He had some homely little antlers, but the little littles loved him regardless.

One more cousin picture to take us out...

Ok I lie... one more, because these two take the term, "Kissing Cousins" to a whole new level.  Unless Ace is acting like a tiger and growling at Haven... then she despises him.  It's a love/hate relationship.

 But it's stinkin' cute, eh?!

I think every month should feel like December.

I'm basically a jolly old elf... every darn day.