On Christmas Eve, it was a tradition in our family for my mom to write a note to Santa (using our words) and then for Santa to write back in the morning (handwriting strangely identical to my dad's).
Apparently, I wanted a Stretch Armstrong, Legos, and "space things". Oh, how things never change.
Mr. Murderbird, the Giant, Murdering Bird
2022-12-16 02:31:31 +0000 UTC