(This post is totally out of order! which makes me kind of crazy, but oh well).
Our Elf, Chandey, returned to us the weekend after Thanksgiving. I managed to pull myself out of bed (from the worst.illness.ever.) to have our little North Pole breakfast. I returned to bed almost immediately. All that to say, our little celebratory breakfast was a short, but sweet one.
A note from Santa:
The kids have gotten a real kick out of finding him every morning. Harper’s usual first words of the morning, where’s bubba? have been replaced by, where’s Chandey?