
Anxiously awaiting the big guy's arrival. At this point last year, Morgan's heart was pounding a million miles an hour and she was hanging onto me for dear life.

Giving Santa a big hug. Maybe this was her way of saying sorry for treating him like there was fire coming out of his eyes and nose for the past five years or because she really wants a "princess toy." If someone can figure out for me which "princess toy" she is referring to, that would be helpful.

Oh how far she has come! Last year, we sat downstairs in the Hamilton basement, while Morgan and Fisher screamed to the high heavens. That was fun.

While not being terrified, Aidan was still a little unsure. This was about as close as he would get. He did have on his favorite "p-tar" shirt on for courage.
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