Every year all of the babies who "graduated" from St. Luke's NICU are invited to a Christmas party. Some of the nurses, doctors and the people who so lovingly take care of these sick little babies are there to see their little proteges. It's great. And my older girls think it's fabulous. They have all kinds of crafts for the kids.
And of course, the big guy makes an appearance. This time he came with two elves in tow.
Kean is my first child to not cry in Santa's lap. I think he's just so used to all the people who love him and want to hold him. Santa's just another lap-- albeit, a very padded one.
Reese pointedly would not sit on his lap... but was happy to sit next to him. A huge improvement from last year.
And poor Holland. For some reason, when it was her turn, Santa didn't want to know what she wanted for Christmas, he wanted to test her on her multiplication tables.
The girls were so funny on the way home. They agreed he had to be one of Santa's helpers because they saw some of his real hair peaking out. Little investigative reporters in training, I tell ya!
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