I can probably (not probably, definitely... what, am I dreaming?) count on one hand the years I have left to capture the magic of this shot. It's going too fast....

Dear Santa...

I would like a toy parrot and a plain Password Journal. Be Safe. Ellie
Post Script: We must have been one of the last stops on his list because Santa was fresh out of "plan pass wrde grnols." All he had were the Pet Shop ones, and they're just not quite as cool.

Santa Claus Isn't Coming to Town

He's already here. That according to Miss Tell-It-Like-It-Is, Ellie. She did enjoy sitting on his lap and telling him what she wanted for Christmas (an obnoxious Fur Real Parrot ), but when I asked her later what she thought of Santa, she off-handedly said in her low voice, "Well, I don't think Santa is going to get me what I really want." I questioned, "why, you told him what you wanted, didn't you?" She said, "I think he was just a Santa Clone."

Not So Easy to Answer....

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