A vintage mom blog, written by a vintage mom blogger.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
On the first day of Hanukkah my true love gave to me a plastic baby Jesus underneath the Christmas tree
Harry tore the paper off and said, "Oh! I got a that!" Jack? Ate the paper. I have no idea where Jack's other sock is. Harry made the angel fly around the room while making a pterodactyl noise. Then he perched her atop the manger and made her sing "The roof is on fire." And of course it didn't take long for Santa to arrive at the manger. He was all, "Forget your nose, Rudolph. We've just got to follow that star."