I awoke early this morning to the sounds of two excited and happy little boys playing with new trucks. When I got downstairs one of them assured me that he'd seen Santa but was then unable to provide any further details, as Mr. Tonka was calling for more attention.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
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1 Comments:
Ah, I remember the days when I was one of those boys, playing with a Tonka truck. A sure sign we're not "kids" anymore...my sister and I, along with my parents, slept till about 11 before opening gifts. No more staying up all night waiting with anticipation for Santa's gifts.
I miss those days.
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