...well duh, we all know what I want for Christmas. (Of course not on Christmas. More like layaway till May 2012 please.)
And because I want them so bad, I thought it best not to rely on the USPS to get my letter to the North Pole, and instead, arranged for an in-person meeting with the Big Guy himself.
Of course, concerned that I might be about 20 years beyond the appropriate age for sitting on a stranger of the opposite sex's lap (at least one whom I wouldn't eventually end up marrying), I decided it best to take along my 2 1/2 year old niece as a decoy.
Anyways, it totally worked! Niece Natalee could not have played the part of terrified toddler anymore perfect, causing a lengthy enough distraction to allow all the big folk to get their Christmas wishes in.
Here she is "getting into character" following our announcement that we were going to see Santa!
Check out those real live tears. What a ham she is!
Finally all done. Giggling over our success!
Now guess all I have to do is wait for that Christmas wish to come true!