So “Santa” came to visit the little ones at our family Christmas party Saturday night. He had a sack full of gifts for every kid under 18. (When you turn 18, you start playing Dirty Santa.)
Last year my dad was Santa, and we talked him into doing it again this year. Last year, none of the kids had a clue. This year not so much. After Santa left and Daddy came back, Riley looked down at his shoes and said, “You the Santa!” And she just laughed and laughed.
On the way home, I said, “Wow, Riley. Santa brought you a dog, like you asked for.”
Riley: “Pawpaw is Santa.”
Me: “What makes you think that?”
Riley: “I saw his shoes, Pawpaw’s brown shoes.” Laughing… “Santa has black boots.”
So cute, and it did nothing to alter her love for the real Santa. 🙂
Here we are gettin’ our groove on to a little Elvis, probably “All Shook Up.” We also did the Pepsi-Cola dance to “You Sexy Thing” by Hot Chocolate. And we all got down to a little “Baby Got Back.” Good times, good times.
Here’s Riley and Granma. She’s 85 and the source of our love for Elvis. She gets everyone something for Christmas every year. This year the grandkids and great-grandkids each got a presidential gold dollar. If you don’t think that’s a lot, consider that she has 8 kids, plus all but one of them have at least two kids, then the grandkids now have kids. That’s a lot of money for an 85-year-old on a fixed income. And we all get birthday money, too. 🙂
I hope you all feel the love of family and friends this season. Merry Christmas! Here’s my crazy, beautiful family singing “Silent Night” at the end of the party to remind us why we celebrate. Love to all!