Once upon a weekend approaching Christmas, a young, vivacious, and aesthetically pleasing mother took her precious little boy to meet Santa Claus. On the trip in to meet him, the mother explained to the boy the magic of Santa; of how he could sit upon his jolly lap and describe toys of his wildest dreams, and if he is a good boy, Santa would be inclined to deliver such gifts on Christmas Eve.
The little boy was not impressed.
Then his uncle arrived to spread joy to all the holiday revelers lucky enough to gaze upon his glorious beard.
But it takes a lot to impress this little boy.
(A lot as in his mother dangling chocolate above the camera.)
Later that evening, the young and vivacious mother donned her finest evening wear for her strapping and stylish husband’s company Christmas party.
The wine flowed like beer (name that movie), the music, interestingly enough, took the couple back to the glory days of the mid 90′s, and the husbands toes were thoroughly pulverized under the rhythmically challenged wife’s heels.
‘Twas a fine evening indeed.
The Christmas spirit lived on into the next day where the happy family added more decorations to their abode under a 70 degree sky.
And where at least one family member is anxious for Santa’s arrival.