I hope everybody had a fun Christmas. It’s hard to remember everything that happened the past couple of days – it was a crazy busy weekend. I’ll consult with Daddy though and post some updates over the next couple of days.
Let’s start with Christmas Eve – by far the best part of Christmas Eve was that my cousins, Katie and Emily, arrived from Japan. Even though we hadn’t seen each other in a whole year, we fell back into our old ways right away (and by “old ways” I basically mean that I try to copy whatever they do).
From left to right, Emily, me and Katie - I missed them so much!
(And no, we didn’t just coincidentally arrive at the Christmas party all wearing the same thing – it was planned by Grandma Gail. She buys us the prettiest dresses!)
There was one not so cool part of the night. I was going to leave it out, but Daddy says I should tell you about it. This guy Santa showed up. He brought gifts, which was nice and all, but I wasn’t the biggest fan. Let me start from the beginning…
First it was Katie's turn, she went up and got her gift. She's done this a few times already so she acted pretty cool.
Then it was Emily's turn - she was very brave. She's all smiles in this picture, but she told me afterwards she was a little nervous...
Then it was my turn. I was all set. Did. Not. Want. To. Meet. Santa.
Dude, thanks for the present, but if you make a move for me, I'm screaming...
I wasn't kidding - GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!!!!!!
I did get a fun toy out of the whole ordeal, but now I know why in most books Santa comes at night and leaves the toys under the Christmas tree… all set with meeting that guy in person!
(Dad note: it is an absolute trip to look back at the post from last year’s Christmas. I can’t get over how different Maile looks!)
