On one occasion, we stood in line for a picture with Santa. He knew that Santa was "good" but didn't really understand anything else. As we made our way to Santa, Mesay started doing the potty dance, and I pulled him aside to go to the bathroom. He said he didn't have to go. The potty dance stopped and I thought no more of it. He had a good meeting with Santa and smiled real big for the camera. At the end of the night, I peeled the new truck out of his hands and then peeled his soggy ??? pants off. I questioned Mesay as to why his pants were wet. He said, "I no go potty before I see Santa, I so happy I go potty on Santa." There you have it folks. My favorite new Christmas memory.
With all the hustle and bustle of the season, Christmas Eve was an amazing time to return to Jesus and the blessing that is Christmas.
Last night, as we drove down North Broadway, Mesay and Winnie pointed to houses and said, "bad house. bad house. good house. woooow, good house. bad house." They have a rating system for decorations. Basically, you are a "bad house" if you don't have any lights up!! Don't worry, they say "bad house" every time we pull up in the driveway.
I hope you had a joyous time celebrating.