Our Christmas Eve was very busy and hectic. Joe had a chiropractor appointment at 7:30am, we were on the road to Fort Fairfield by 9am and then driving home from Presque Isle by 7pm.
Manny had a 10 minute nap in the car, so needless to say by the time we had started for home, he was quite cranky.
He fell asleep before we stopped at the Houlton gas station and then woke up and started crying. It was that cry that could not be consoled, just a miserable unhappy cry from being over-stimulated, over-fed sugar and over-tired.
As we got back on the interstate Joe and I saw some red tower lights on top of a mountain by the side of the road and we tried to convince Manny that it was Santa's sleigh.
This is how the conversation went:
"Manny, look, it's Santa's sleigh. Do you see Rudolph's nose?"
Manny quieted down and looked, you could almost hear his thought process and he said, "That not Rudolph's nose, that just a light".
Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Clause.
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