Santa

On Christmas eve, mom took me to see Santa. We took the train and I insisted on wearing my bee dress costume from Halloween so I could sting Santa. I didn't. Right before it was our turn to see Santa, one of Santa's helpers asked me what I wanted for Christmas. I told her that I wanted a bear. When I sat on Santa's lap, I was almost too shy to tell him. I told mom that I wanted to sit in Santa's lap all day, but she told me that Santa is sort of a celebrity and that he had to get back to North Pole to get everything ready for Christmas. I settled for a couple of great photos.

The crazy thing is that on Christmas day. What should I find in my stocking but a bear. A brown bear just like the one I had asked for. Santa is the best.