Our ward broke from tradition this year and had a “Breakfast with Santa” instead of the usual evening dinner. I have to say, I wouldn’t be at all sorry if we ditched the sit-down meal for the casual brunch.
In a word: YUM.
After we gorged ourselves on eggs, ham, hash browns and waffles, we had our picture taken with the Big Man himself, who introduced my kids to the idea of skateboards AND longboards (to which I ask, there’s a difference?) (Please don’t enlighten me. I am completely uninterested.) and caused about 3o new wrinkles and twice that many gray hairs in their poor mother, who immediately envisioned broken arms and severe cases of road rash.
So here we are, in all our holiday glory. Kendra’s hair is… unfortunate. In spite of that (or because of it?), this picture makes me smile.
Merry Christmas! May Santa bring you (most of) what’s on your Christmas list.