Oliver's mom and dad were nice enough to invite us over for their neighborhood's annual Santa visit the other night. Which was great for the boys and a really nice excuse for us to get together for beer and pizza on a weeknight. Sam and Jacob showed their gratitude by putting their sticky candy cane fingers all over everything and then sitting on some packages under the tree.
Of course, Oliver also sat down on a package, but it is his house...
[Full disclosure: those "gifts" under the tree were decorations, not actual gifts. You'll note I'm using the past tense.]
The visit was really sweet, although both Santa and his helper bore an eerie resemblance to post-Swingers Jon Favreau. I imagine the mall Santas in Vegas are similar.
After spending a few minutes with jolly old St. Nick, who apparently was slow in making the rounds that night due to a bone spur [clearly Santa's elf didn't sign a confidentiality clause], the boys were ready to do some singing. Think last call on New Year's meets the Wiggles and you've got a pretty good idea what it sounded like.
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