Dan informed me this morning that he accidently packed his Santa suit for the movers last week.  Oh no!  

Every Christmas Eve since the kids were one year old, Santa has come to our house.  He usually arrives while they are getting into their Christmas jammies and brushing their teeth.  Santa magically slides down the chimney ringing his bell.  The kids run to the landing and "spy" on Santa as he dusts soot off of his shoulders, tastes the cookies that were left for him, laughs and exclaims "ho, ho, ho", and delivers packages under the tree UNTIL he realizes that we are watching him from upstairs.  He runs off and by the time we get downstairs, poof, he is gone! 

We only have a couple years left of this so I began searching for a Santa costume.  After three stores, I found the last one at Walmart.  Whew..........that was close.

Did I ever show you the Santa we saw in Paris last month?  He was a real downer for me.  Much too thin, too young, and not very jolly.