Our clever little toddler is scribbling (because, you know, he can’t write yet on account of being a toddler) a letter to Santa explaining why he deserves the gifts that he is asking for despite being spanked on a weekly basis. This is possibly the reason he is on his lying on his stomach in this picture. Mooser is keeping him company.
I was up late one night during my bout with age regression virus (ARV). I just could not contain my excitement! How else is a toddler suppose to contain it?
Anyway, it’s about 12:30 am, and I just had to look and see if Santa Claus (everyone at Church calls him Saint Nicholas) had come to our house. Luckily, I was not far from the tree, as I had asked “Mommy” (my wife) if I could please have a tree in my room. She agreed only if it was small and toddler-proof. So, I look under the tree, and … what do you know? Santa came!
As I started looking, I saw flying reindeer and a sleigh out of the corner of my eye. I thought Could it be?
Once my head was looking right out the window, I could definitely see it was Santa! I couldn’t believe my eyes! I quickly rubbed my eyes to get the fuzzies out, and I realized right there and then my eyes were not playing tricks. I heard the distinctive, “Ho, ho, ho” in the distance and just stared out the window until I could no longer see the sleigh and reindeer.