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We did it.

We took our girls and we went.

I never intended to do this.  It was not predetermined or planned.

It just kinda-sorta-happened.  All on a whim.



Yep.  We saw Santa.  And his reindeer.  Before Thanksgiving.

I know, I can't believe it either!  I am one to celebrate the holiday that is coming and not any earlier.  I love Thanksgiving, so we celebrate being thankful.  And this last weekend, we rushed by it all and saw Santa.

The good news?  It was free.  I snapped a few cute photographs.  Now we can avoid the busy mall and the overpriced photo with a crying child trying to get away from this big man in a funny red suit because we waited and sweated in our fancy dresses for hours...

And the conversation overheard on Santa's lap was priceless:

Santa:  And what would you like for Christmas this year?
M:  Um ... a trampoline. (By the way, this is the first we heard about this!)
P (leaned forward to look around Santa at M):  You can't put a trampoline in a present!
M (leaning forward to respond to her sister):  You can put it into pieces!
Mommy and Daddy and Santa:  {Laughing.  Out.  Loud.}

Quite a memorable way-too-early trip to see Santa.

And that night it snowed ... because Santa had to head back to the North Pole.

Not too early, right?


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  1. Not too early at all! Too cute!
    I could picture the leaning forward comments!

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  2. Will there be a trampoline, in pieces? :)

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  3. If you wish you can visit Santa all year round in Finland. (http://www.santaclausvillage.info/)

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  4. Sweet memory captured in your slice. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. I love the memories...and usually they are so much better than the planned ones. I'm so glad that you record your sweet girls conversations. xo

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