Monday 19 December 2011

We've been told

We went to the garden centre to get a Christmas decoration each, which has been a tradition since little bear was born. We were a bit disappointed with the selection, perhaps we should have gone earlier, but it just hasn't been possible.

The garden centre has a Santa. Last year little bear was in the queue for two hours and the complimentary (!) photo of him with santa shows him looking like his favourite toy is being tortured in front of him and he is about to be shot. The queue was even longer this year, and OH said, no!
'I'll cry.' said little bear.
'That's okay,' I said calmly.
'I'm going to tell Santa of you when I see him.' Little bear said, very solemnly.

We didn't manage to keep straight faces.

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