One of the traditions that was started when I was a baby was having my picture taken with Santa Claus. I have never cried when I have seen him but some years I have been a bit leary of the old guy cause well I only ever get to see him once a year. But this year was different, I went up and sat right down and told him that I would like trains for Christmas and that I have been very good (I had to check with mummy on that though). Now mummy and daddy have a very nice picture of me this year and I'm actually smiling.

Another thing that we try to do is write a letter to Santa and since I'm not that great at printing, we have emailed Santa a letter and guess what? he wrote back and told me that I have been a good boy and that he knows that I want a train and that he had to finish making all the toys so that he could deliver them on Christmas eve. Oh I can't wait!
Yesterday, we went to my Auntie Kim's place to make a whole bunch of Christmas cookies and I got to help. I helped roll out the gingerbread, sugar cookies and shortbread, put my thumb in the thumb cookies, ate raw cookie dough, licked icing off my fingers when they got too close to the cookie, piped on some icing onto the gingerbread men, dumped a whole bunch of m&m's on the gingerbread and then ate 3 cookies and a wack of candies.



