All I Want For Christmas ...

Grayson completed a fast and furious, but three page, wish list for Santa before the big visit this evening. The number one request, which nearly got him boo'd off the big guy's lap, is for a baby brother. In the event that is not going to happen (which it most definitely is not), he agreed to take an Elf. Preference is for an Elf that is good with math and can help him with homework.

Lucie was fired up to see "that Christmas man" and give him a piece of her two-year-old mind. "My going to tell that Christmas man that Christmas sucks," she threatened the entire ride there. Yet when standing at the red velvet knee, her resolve melted like snow and instead she coo'd, "My want a kitty and a candy cane, please."

And the baby, well, she slept like a baby, of course.

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