We’d put away all the Christmas decorations weeks before. We’d finally gotten our eighteen month old, John, to bed after several unsuccessful attempts and had collapsed, totally whipped. Meanwhile, he’d been entertaining himself rummaging quietly through a dresser drawer we’d thought inaccessible. After a few minutes, he toddled into the living room victorious dragging garland, an ornament in each hand, announcing, “Santa Claus is coming to town. I’ll be damned!”
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That’s a toddler for ya.
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He was cute!
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That’s funny and made me remember when one of my siblings can’t remember if it was Sandy or Dave that wanted to know why Santa only came once a year and mum trying to explain why.
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Those Santa questions are really challenging for parents!
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