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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Threat to Santa
I thought, after all the intended hints I made during the weeks leading up to Christmas, that our son had accepted that Santa was us!
Last year he left a note for Santa and I did not try to use a different handwriting- I used my own to respond. But it was obvious by Christmas Eve night that he hadn't accepted it.
He needed proof.
His little fingers were moving late December 24th. He wrote a firm note to Santa and requested Santa's check to his elaborate "Yes" "No" boxes. He told Santa NOT to think about eating any cookies before reading and replying to his note. The little rascal and his sister neglected to bake the cookies after harassing me to buy them.
He also wrote for parents nor grandparents to sign or check the boxes. As if!
The letter was a hoot! I had to take pictures!
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Somebody's not playing LOL
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