This December hasn't brought us good health. With the exception of Jeff (who is the only one NOT to get a flu shot), we've all had the stomach flu, colds, bronchitis, fevers and coughs. Having to bail out of Christmas Eve birthday festivities with my dad and sisters, we laid low and took our cough medicine. As the afternoon turned to evening, the desire to bake overwhelmed Enzo and me.
He smeared his little germs all over that mixing utensil!
We cleared the hearth of toys, books and such because Santa needed a clear entry. I told Jeff that we - and by we I mean you - have to clean the fireplace so Santa doesn't track soot all over our freshly-cleaned carpets. Enzo helped.
This year, Enzo really dug the letter to Santa bit. He dictated what he wanted Jeff to write. And he drew some pictograms to accompany it.
Off to sleep for what I hope is a loooong winter's nap.
And Happy Birthday Dad!
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