We had what everyone should have for Christmas: family and friends, peace and love, beer and coffee. It was a fantastic time, the giving was absurd and the accepting was delightful. What a great time!
Santa came and brought presents. He drank our milk, ate our cookies and kissed our kid. Then he was off again. Let’s face it, the man is pressed for time.
Atticus was actually afraid of Santa, which is odd, seeing as how the guy came bearing gifts. You can see in our initial visit how unsure he was, and then with the home visit he just hid. I really think he was uncomfortable with the thought that Santa entered our house while we were asleep and drank our milk. He finally came around once the gifts were handed out.