A Day Late and a Dollar Short

We have a new man in our lives. No, not another baby and certainly not a pet but a large, slightly pudgy, bearded man who likes to chant "ho, ho, ho." Yep, the jolly giant Santa Claus is a favorite in our household. You might be asking yourself, "isn't it May?" And the answer is yes, but in Sam's eyes, every month Santa should be shooting down the chimney, depositing presents and good cheer.

Back in December, Sam was terrified of Santa. He wanted nothing to do with the big guy and screamed everytime he was within 50 feet.



Now, things have suddenly changed. We never put away the Christmas books and he has finally discovered his love for all things red and green. Each night he requests nothing but but 'Twas the Night before Christmas and Jingle Bells. I must admit, it feels a little odd dashing through the snow with the sun shining outside but, hey, you're only a kid once and if Sam wants us to dress up like elves and pretend the neighbors dog is a reindeer- we'll do it.