I woke up this morning with a childhood memory. When I was most likely pretty young, I was afraid of Santa. Yeah, no big deal there, but I was afraid that Santa was going to bite my fingers. Crazy, or what? Who knows where little kid's fears come from, but I remember that fear so vividly!! My fear was so real that I even recall sleeping in my big brother Joe's bed one Christmas Eve because I was so afraid Santa would come in my room and bite my fingers. What a wonderful big brother to allow and put up with that!
So, Joe if you should happen to read this blog post, Thank You! I'm thinking of you!