"Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas!"
"Santa?"
The kids immediately stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the door. "What? No way!"
"Santa Claus?" The kids jumped up and ran over to Libby who was still standing at the door dumbfounded.
"Can I come in?"
"Uh, yeah, sure. I'm sorry, Santa. We were not expecting you."
"Well, I was in the area and I saw the decorations out front and all of the cars. It looked like a party was going on here, so I thought that I would drop in real quick."
"Do you mind if I take some pictures of you Santa? Maybe some with the kids?"
"Sure." Emily ran over to her father and grabbed his hand. "Dad, get up, let Santa have your chair," she pleaded trying to pull him out of the chair.
"Here, Santa, you can have my seat."
"Thank you very muc
