Simone couldn't get over it: the place had not changed in nearly twenty years! Even the same people worked the place. Same Santa, same Mrs Claus and same boat driver with the crazy music and scary donuts in the middle of the river.
But the important thing? Little B loved the place at least as much as his older siblings had before him. He fed the reindeer, rode the train, refused to use the potty (no WAY was he going into the ladies: he's a BOY!), and rode all the rides.
Time ran short, as it inevitably does. After the boat ride on the river, there was a bit of time left for climbing on the playground equipment but no visit to the animal farm and the ferris wheel got missed completely. To top off the trip, Simone stopped at the gift shop.
Little B hunted somewhat desperately for a mug with his name on it (he's already got two) and had to settle for a bright red mini hockey stick. Little J, who had accompanied them on their visit wanted candy. She got a straw filled with blue powdery sugar stuff. It promptly turned her mouth to a bright shade of blue.
"What's with her mouth?" Asked little X on the bus.
"She misbehaved and Santa saw her," said Simone. "So he turned her tongue blue."
"That's not even true," little X retorted, hands on hips. "I misbehaved and Santa didn't turn MY tongue blue!"
Welcome to Santa's Village in 2011...
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