Elsa and Clio partied hard this weekend. It was non-stop cookies,
apple juice and dresses with tights, with a little dancing and sugar-high
stair-climbing thrown in for good measure. The revelry kicked off on
Friday, for Santa's annual visit to my place of work, as mentioned in my last post.
The girls loved the cookies, the candy canes, the juice boxes, the
carpeted stairs to climb on and long halls to run down. But they were
definitely suspicious of the man in red. Not that I blame them. I
always found the whole picture-with-Santa experience rather harrowing,
even when I was much older than Elsa and Clio are now. If they never
want to sit on the dude's lap or tell him what they want for Christmas,
it's fine by me.
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