On the eighteenth day of Christmas...
I'm alive! I'm alive! I actually got out and Christmas shopped and everything this morning. Maybe I shouldn't have been operating heavy machinery and I can't be responsible for anything that came out of my mouth (ever have moments where you KNOW you talked to people but cannot remember what you said?!?), but I'm back in the land of the living. SO sore from all the coughing. James is still well...keep the prayers coming for him!
Yesterday at school, the boys had a very special visitor! SANTA! I asked James what he told Santa he wanted (NOT the front wheel of a tricycle this time, RIGHT?!) and he said he asked for a four wheeler. Will said he didn't ask for anything. Par for the course. He's told me NUMEROUS times this year that he doesn't want anything. {I'll share more about the four wheeler that James wants another time. There's a story there.} As a side note, James is WAY TOO LOGICAL for all of this Santa business. We've told him (because he's noticed that they're different) that Santa has helpers because it's his busy season. He asked me today if we'll be seeing the REAL Santa tonight (Santa, Take 3!). I told him that I thought it might be. He said the one from school wasn't the real Santa...because he wasn't wearing glasses. He notices everything.
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