{..we've been good but we can't last..}

Santa Claus is anyone who loves another

and seeks to make them happy; who gives

himself by thought or word or deed in every gift

that he bestows; who shares his joys with those

who are sad; whose hand is never closed against

the needy; whose arm is ever outstretched to aid

the week; whose sympathy is quick and genuine

in time of trouble; who recognizes a comrade

and brother in every man he meets upon life's

common road; who lives his life throughout

the entire year in the Christmas spirit.

EDWIN OSGOOD GROVER

Last night we wrote letters to Santa. Jared thought we were crazy for doing so. "well...we can just call him..." He is SO his father's child. I'm sure there is some hotline you can call, I know for sure you can just email him or stop by the mall..but I like to do things the old fashioned way..the way I did it as a child. Jared wanted to mail him a page from his favorite toy catalog with his selections circled. Again, so his father.

I had him dictate to me what he wanted the letter to say...then helped him write his cute little name.

Ashton got away with just drawing a picture. When I asked what it was the reply came, "a trampoline!". I had no idea.

Christmas is exciting again. I get so much more joy out of watching them light up...their imaginations flourishing..than I ever could fathom. That's all I want for Christmas. Ever.