Saturday morning we started out the day with a pancake breakfast at church. Santa showed up at the end to listen to each child's Christmas gift request.
Noah took his conversation very seriously. He made sure Santa knew what he's been requesting for months and NEVER waivered or changed his mind about: a crane truck.
What we didn't expect was that Noah assumed once he asked Santa for his crane truck, he figured he'd go home with it. So, there was a little disappointment and some explaining that we hadn't planned on, but he was fine.
I was glad that Luke's encounter with Santa was a happy one. He was so little last year, that this feels like his first Christmas.
Saturday night, Santa came down our street. He was led by plenty of police cars and fire trucks from our city. There was a perfect blend of loud Christmas music and noisy sirens.
Santa and Mrs. Claus stopped and handed out candy canes to every child,
and the kids gave them items for the local food closet.
It's just one of the many reasons I love living here.
Based on the excitement created by just one candy cane, I'm pretty sure we could have kept Christmas very simple and just filled the boys' stockings with a few of those red and white treats. :-)
And a crane truck, of course.
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