We got home so late last night that I don't think Dennis understood when I told him as I was putting him to bed that we were going to be visited by St. Nicholas this morning. We put his Crocs out in the hallway and sure enough, I heard a weak and pitiful cry at 2:30 this morning saying "there's candy in my shoes, I want my candy". I went to get him (his cold seems a bit worse today) and showed him that his shoes were indeed filled with gifts from St. Nicholas then told him that we would get into the stuff a little later. I put him in our bed to sleep for the rest of the night. We were all feeling pretty yucky this morning and hated to have to miss church but were sure that giving a cold for St. Nicholas day would not be appreciated by other church members. After sleeping in as late as we all could, we decided it was time to grocery shop (a better alternative than starving) and chose Wal-Mart because Dennis had heard that Santa might be in residence today. He was indeed there and Dennis went right up to him and sat on his lap and asked for a fire truck without wasting any time on hello or other pleasantries. We tried to get him to smile for his picture but he seemed to think conversing with Santa (who is clearly a busy man) was serious business and wouldn't give us a smile. We have a few years' worth of pics of Serious Dennis with Santa now. It's officially become a tradition!
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