Following our Polar Express adventure, Santa did indeed visit Christmas Eve night.
Proof.
He brought Isabella just what she asked for: a dump truck and a trencher. He threw in a grader, too.
Baby M got a play center.
But still, the best gift ever has got to be... The Box. Man, whoever came up with that idea...genius.
After opening presents and playing out in the cold rain, we headed for Mill Valley to have Christmas lunch with Mom and Dad. Isabella wanted to wear her bathrobe, hold her PE ticket, and bring hot chocolate and popcorn again. I agreed to the bathrobe and listening to the music. I didn't want to ruin the magic of the previous night--but I was so happy she loved it so much. (We had hot chocolate at Nana and Papa's and watched the Polar Express, of course. )
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