I am at my sister’s waiting for the kiddos to wake up and the coffee to be ready. It is my perfect Christmas so far!
Santa came! Meaning, my parents and I tiptoed around while my sister put the kids to bed. My nephew left Santa a note asking him to be quiet and eat cheezits. I don’t know where he gets the idea that Santa will arrive stomping and shouting. Preschool? Leaving him cheezits is obvious, they are the King of Food.
This is my last full day here, tomorrow I pack up and head for the airport. But that means the day AFTER tomorrow, I get to see Dunki! So it’s not all bad.
