When Santa arrives at our house, he’s in store for a plate full of cookies, a glass of eggnog and an important message about his health. Nia’s note to him features a thank you and a fit tip.
Um, Santa, I don't mean to be blunt but...
Hope he’s not too offended. We did provide (tempt?) him with ample cookies to sample:
And Nate’s note is full of thanks – without any round reference:
To Santa, Love Santa
The kids even left reindeer food (oatmeal and glitter) on the front lawn. They wanted to leave cookies too but then something about weight was brought up again.
Now, where are those cookies?
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