Me and My Santa Baby

Saturday night was the annual ward Christmas Party. Jazz and I are on the activities committee (ha!) and therefore played some part in this night of holiday fun. I played a little ditty on the harp for the program and I also volunteered Jazz to bust out his acting chops and don a Santa suit. This was by far the highlight of my entire life. With a big “Ho Ho Ho” and a “Merry Christmas,” he entered on his cue of “Santa Clause is Coming to Town.”

Doesn’t he look so Santa-like? Rosy cheeks? check! Twinkly blue eyes? Check! Stuffed little suit? Check! Its perfect! The kids had NO idea who he was under the beard and suit and I’m pretty sure they were convinced that he was the real deal. They were enthralled and actually wouldn’t let him escape to de-suit. He finally fed them a line about reindeer on the roof- totally brilliant. I’m so proud of him for stepping outside of his warm, cozy little comfort zone and braving something new.

Does that make me Mrs. Clause? Do I get a suit and a sleigh too? Elves around my house? More shopping privileges? Yes, thats probably it. I think I’d make a pretty saucy Mrs. Clause. Well, Christmas came early for me this year–nothing can top seeing Jazzypants in full Santa attire with a zillion little kids running at him armed with questions and wanting candy canes. Priceless.

P.S. Leigh and Mex have been in town since Thursday and they are leaving today. Sadness. We’ve had a super fun time and I will make giant mega post about our weekend tomorrow while I am wasting time at work.