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| From Ohio Christmas |
Jingle. Jingle. Jingle. Ho. Ho. Ho.
Pancake breakfast to benefit the Versailles Council of Churches (with Santa).
Nap.
And, in the evening we drive Santa Dixie to visit her grandchildren.
Dixie bought her Santa costume years ago for the first baby. At that time her husband, Mike, wore it. Now, the baby is a senior in high school and Mike has had enough of Santa. The youngest grandchild is in junior high and all the grandchildren stand back aghast when Santa Grandma comes knocking on the door - telling stories - singing songs - dancing dances.
"Grandma. You were drunk." Zach said later.
It wasn't true, Zach. Your Grandma is all that.
I had a great time as official photographer - missing the critical shots as the digital camera (Dixie's this time) says "You pushed the button? You want a photo? Well, OK." Meanwhile, 2 seconds and THE shot has passed. Still, I must have shot 50 or so. The odds are that something has to be worthy. I've yet to see them.
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