Soooooooooo, Avery pitched a bit of a fit when he had a chance to meet the real Santa Claus a couple of weeks back, but my youngest grandchild recovered enough to get cozy during a visit to our place this weekend for an early Christmas.
OK, so maybe Snoopy isn't the same as the real McCoy, but little steps for little fellers who are a few months shy of their second birthdays, eh? This time next year, his cousins Amelia and the Four Horsemen will have him trained to seal his letter to Santa with a kiss just like they do.
I know you're all used to columns that go on, and on, and on, but you're in luck today: I'm just wrapping up a 9.5-hour shift at work in my home office, with barely a potty break, and I'm too tired to wax eloquently. Plus, I'm out of words.
And, anyway, like they say, a picture is worth a thousand words.
