Tonight, as Jim and I passed each other in the hallway, I said, “I love Christmastime.” He pulled me to him so our faces were close, and he asked, “Oh yea, why?” I replied, “I don’t know, it’s just so magical!” He kissed me and smiled, and as he headed downstairs to heat up lasagna leftovers, I hollered after him, “That’s why it’s great we are a home that believes in Santa Claus!” He hollered back, “We are a home of 50% believers.” And I retorted, “Hey, as long as you’re not a Santa denier, you get a pass cuz I can believe enough for the both of us.”
Everything is Made Up, Except for Santa
Everything is Made Up, Except for Santa
Everything is Made Up, Except for Santa
Tonight, as Jim and I passed each other in the hallway, I said, “I love Christmastime.” He pulled me to him so our faces were close, and he asked, “Oh yea, why?” I replied, “I don’t know, it’s just so magical!” He kissed me and smiled, and as he headed downstairs to heat up lasagna leftovers, I hollered after him, “That’s why it’s great we are a home that believes in Santa Claus!” He hollered back, “We are a home of 50% believers.” And I retorted, “Hey, as long as you’re not a Santa denier, you get a pass cuz I can believe enough for the both of us.”