Sunday night after evening services we had our annual church Christmas party. There was food and fellowship, and of course a visit from Santa...again. I didn't inform Kate of this before the party because I knew she just might try to get out of going.
Here she is, eating her grapes, blueberries, chicken and Ritz. Not a care in the world; blissfully unaware of the event that is about to transpire.Poor kid. We are probably really mean parents. A tiny part of me hoped it would be slightly better this time around since Santa would have the very familiar voice of our preacher.I was wrong.