To the Mall

This morning my trusty assistant and I went to the mall to finish up the Christmas shopping. We made a deal that we would sit on Santa's lap together and each tell him what we wanted.

This is how close we got:



So she got a haircut instead:






We have one more opportunity this evening at Miss Cathy's party. Santa always swings by on a firetruck and then comes in and each child has a turn sitting on his lap. I'll report back tomorrow but I'm not holding my breath.