Santa on the Fire Truck
My favorite day of the year is Christmas Eve. I love the anticipation that it holds! Here at our house we have dinner and then, with whomever drops in that year, we wait impatiently for the first sound of the firetruck slowly going up and down the neighborhood streets with Santa sitting high on top waving to everyone below. This year we had my mother in law, my younger daughter, Keri, and her roommate and her roommate's little girl, my older daughter, Kris, very sick little granddaughter, Natalie and MomMom in addition to my sons, my husband and I. Full house! Around 7pm we heard the first strains of the siren and if we stood at the front door and looked across the neighborhood we could just see Santa about 4 streets over, slowly gliding by on the top of his truck. Squeals were heard all around (from some much older than 4 and 7 lol). We passed the time and then heard him again. Back to the door! More squeals! Finely, around 9p...