I have a personal Christmas tradition. Every year the Mr goes to bed and I spend a couple of hours alone watching White Christmas. Bing always gets me in the mood for Christmas and dreaming of fat white snowflakes. It doesn't matter how many times I've seen that movie the scene with the general at the end... "we'll follow the old man..." always gets me. Who am I kidding? I love the whole thing :)
This year, I was just getting ready to pop in the old flick when I heard a noise in the other room. I went to investigate and what did I see? Santa! Quick as can be he snarfed down the homemade goodies that the big D had left for him. I couldn't believe my eyes! I must have looked rather gobsmacked because he took one look at my face and laughed a very quiet HO! HO! HO! In no time at all he had the presents in place and the stockings stuffed. He even gave me a wink and a bit of a cheeky smile before he flew back up the chimney.
I don't know how he does it but I know that Santa is real and I will always be a believer :)
Merry Christmas and Yuletide Blessings to you all!
