Every year at Christmas, my family began the day with me playing like I had caught Santa Claus as he was leaving the house. I would yell for him to wait and call to the boys to hurry so they could see him. They alway missed him by only a few moments.
Since they missed getting to see Santa, my sons then turned their attention to checking out what he had left behind...presents under the tree.
Where did those days go? They disappeared as quickly as the Gingerbread house.
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