No one ever told me how busy the Christmas season would be! A couple weeks ago, we went to the Club to have Breakfast with Santa. It was so much fun! We headed there right after church, so I was all dolled up in my Christmas finery. I'm glad Advent lasts awhile so I can wear all of my Christmas dresses. Anyhow, instead of the usual omelet bar and waffles, there was a breakfast buffet spread. I'm a pretty big carnivore, so mommy got me the closest thing to meat she could find: a plate of scrambled eggs. I just devoured them - two plates, to be precise!
The whole point of the Breakfast with Santa, of course, was to meet the big guy. You probably remember that Thatcher was not really a big fan of the man in red the first couple of times he met him, so mommy and daddy were a little nervous. I, on the other hand, thought he would be a great cuddler, so I snuggled right up. Maybe he'll remember how cuddly I am when he visits my house on Christmas Eve.
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