Thursday, December 14, 2006


I remember every year my Dad would take us to see Santa at Knott's Berry Farm. We would go to Knott's cause they would truck in real snow and that was a big deal back then. I would always ask for dolls. Baby dolls, Barbie dolls, Ragaddy Ann dolls. Denise would always ask for action things. Bikes, wagons, roller skates.
One year, Denise was sick, but had to go see Santa. We go to Knott's, stand in line, and when we get to Santa, she vomits all over him. We were so embarrased. He was very nice, get's up to clean himself off, and Denise starts to cry that she didn't get to tell Santa what she wanted. He came back and let her tell him. I always remembered that because he was so kind to a little girl who just wanted to tell Santa her heart's desire.
She asked for a *big girl's* bike. Santa delivered

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