Kenedy was all gung ho about seeing Santa that morning, so we went 15 minutes early to avoid the rush. Evidently Santa had a rough night and came in 30 minutes late. Patience was lost, quickly. When he finally showed up, she freaked out. But through her tears she sobbed, "Thank you for my presents," while I held her on his lap. Hope I haven't traumatized her!
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