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)
