To continue this subject a little bit. I woke up with a worry about what will happen to Dominoe and her Christmas after I'm gone. I'm not going anywhere you understand. I plan to live to be a 120 years old. :)
Anyway, I was worried. I called my oldest son to tell him that she still believes Santa Claus comes on Christmas morning. Someone one, mainly him because he was the oldest, would have to make sure that happened. He said ok. :-/
He's a man of little words. LOL I hope you are having a wonderful holiday.