Yesterday was the Santa Claus Parade. One of the few perks of living on a main artery is that the parade comes right by our house. No setting up lawn chairs early to get a good spot. No toughing it out in bad weather – we can watch from our living room.
I had a meeting at the church and while I was disappointed to miss that experience with Adam, Thomas made sure that they were fed and home in time to catch the parade. I wrote a letter to Santa on Adam’s behalf and postal workers collected the letters along the route. If you live in Canada, you can write to Santa (his address and postal code: North Pole, H0H 0H0) and he’ll write back! Thomas and Adam delivered the letter and enjoyed the festivities with our neighbours. Thankfully, Thomas took plenty of pictures for me.
I grew up with a creepy feeling about mascots. I hope Adam doesn’t find this as disturbing as I do.