I met Santa Claus this week, and although I won’t remember it, I was awake. Santa admired my pretty hands and commented on what my parents already know: I am the perfect Christmas gift. As preparations around me continue, I sit in my bouncy looking at the pretty lights on the Christmas tree. My Aunt Sheri brought my cousins in town for a visit and to make cookies that I was not allowed to sample.
I am eating like a champ which means other members of my family are now getting to feed me.
I am eating like a champ which means other members of my family are now getting to feed me.
