Here we are getting ready to leave for the annual Dickens' Dinner at the club. Nana bought Phoebe this new dress, and she wanted to show it off. She is so stinkin' big!
And of course we have to have a silly one.
But the biggest story of all this Christmas is that Phoebe actually sat on Santa's lap. She has had many opportunities this year to sit with him but just couldn't build up the confidence. As Santa was making his last rounds visiting all the tables last night, Phoebe found the strength somewhere deep within her tiny little self. I asked her if she would like to sit with him for just a minute, and she shyly shook her head that she would like to. Santa sat down (and, by the way, this was the kindest, most patient Santa I have ever met), opened up his arms, and Phoebe climbed right up there. She didn't talk to him, but she did give him a hug. Of course, I lost it. What a beautiful and magical thing to see Christmas through the eyes of a child.
Merry Christmas!(By the way, Jack was snoozing it up in someone's arms during all of this excitement.)
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