Santa, is that you?
Merry Christmas everyone. Just wanted to share an old holiday tradition that you can steal, if you have a santa suit lying around. When I was very little, every year on Christmas day, Santa would knock on my grandparent’s front door, come in and give presents, and stay for photos. As I got older I realized this happened about 15 minutes after Grandpa got grumpy and went to take a nap in the other room. Although we all eventually figured it out Santa kept coming until we were almost all teenagers. I imagine these days he’s sitting up in heaven, dressed in a Santa suit, with Grandma on his lap, and a long line of kids waiting their turn.