Santa

One night last week, we went to the fire hall and the firemen fed us some great sausage and pancakes.

Then Santa came.

My cousin Trey had his picture of what he wanted all ready to show Santa.

Tired Wyatt wanted to pull on his beard and look for someone to take him home and put him to bed.

I much preferred clinging to Aunt Katie...

...eating lots of sausage and making sure my mom couldn't get a good picture of me sitting with cousin Ashley, Aunt Amy and Grandma Carol.

Those things were much less scary than having to sit on Santa's lap and tell him I wanted gum, and I still got a bag of treats from Santa!