Today I was talking with Reilly about Christmas Eve, and educating her on how it would all go down. I explained to her that she would go to bed, Santa would come down the chimney and leave her lots of presents, and then fly away in his sleigh to the next house.
She wasted no time in correcting me:
"No daddy, Santa doesn't come in a sleigh. He comes in a sailboat."
I couldn't disagree with her. A few weeks earlier, we had attended the St. Petersburg boat parade, in which each boat was decked out in lights, bows, and a jolly old Santa.
I'm telling you, the kid doesn't miss a thing.
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