At dance today the little ladies were able to gush about their Christmas lists and such. One came to me and whispered in my ear that she had received an email from Santa (I used to get phone calls back in the day and this year my kids will receive one too - Santa currently resides in South Africa and goes by the name of "Father Christmas"). Then another shy little one (age 5) tiptoed up to me and proudly pronounced that Dasher had left a poop on their roof, with a big happy smile and shining eyes. I went along with the gaiety as I gave a silent hats off to the parent that came up with such genius. And then I wondered if the family actually made a trip up the ladder to inspect said poop on the roof or if they just took their parent's word for it.
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xx Kirsty