Every Christmas Eve, Santa rides through every neighborhood in our city on a fire engine. Linus loves seeing Santa. Every time she hears or sees a fire engine, she mentions Santa. We're lucky enough that Army knows one of the battalion chiefs, so Santa spends a little extra time at our house.
One of the things Linus worried about concerning our move was if Santa would be able to find us. We assured her that he would, but the topic came up several times.
Early this morning, as in waaayyyy too early to get up, Linus darted up and shouted, "Santa is here. I can hear him. He's here! He's HERE!" Army went running to find out what was wrong (we actually thought she was having a dream), and sure enough, Santa was one street over. Unfortunately, it wasn't in a friendly visit capacity. Somebody must have needed help and called 911. There was an ambulance, police cars, and Santa's mode of transportation: a fire truck.
And Linus has been awake ever since, because now she believes us that Santa knows we've moved. Me? I'm draaaggggging.
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That is a mighty cool way for Santa to get around!
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