Rudy

On our holiday trip to Ventura, we were lucky enough to run into Santa and Mrs. Claus!  They were  escaping to the beach for quick relaxing trip before the holiday bustle.

Marco was excited but didn't really care about talking to him.  I said, "don't you want to tell him what you want?" He said, "Beyblades."  Can you imagine a 70-year old man hearing 'beyblades?'  Santa just winked at him and whispered, "I know."

 

Down the way, Marco launched into his favorite holiday humor when he saw a snowman.

"Hey Frosty! What did one snowman say to the other snowman?" [beat] "Do you smell carrots?"

 

And finally, we hit the Christmas carnival where our adventurous son went on all the scary rides and in the scariest moment of all.... won a carnival fish. Sigh. We named him Rudolph (of course.)

In what proved to be a Christmas miracle, Rudy lived through the jostling walk back to the boat, survived his first few days only on Christmas cookies and enjoyed a relaxing 6-hour drive home.... in a chardonnay bottle. He's a survivor. Rudy! Rudy! Rudy!

And here's the proof:

 

Donnor and Blitzen (who are girls, btw)