Schwanta Clause.
We stood in line for an hour and a half to see the man in red. Some nice people who were also waiting offered us a handful of roasted chestnuts, which tasted not-as-good as they sound in that one song where that guy sings about “chestnuts roasting on an open fire”. They were bland and they kinda tasted like a potato. When we finally made our way to the front of the line, Santa was waiting with almost-open-arms. He looked tired, but he offered us a semi-jovial hohoho anyway. The boys climbed up onto Schwanta’s lap and he did the whole: “what do you want for Christmas little boy?” thing. And it was news to me, but apparently Indy wants: a silver bell and some ice-skates and Sawyer just wants: one gumball and one candy.
Happy holidays everyone–may your days be merry and bright and filled with lots of silver bells and gum balls.
Their pants are fantastic! Did you make them? Awesome!
Simply splendid!
…and may all your christmas gifts taste right. ding! ding!
Like the blurry ones….thought this post might be about a different, liquid consumption. Here’s to blur!