Despite the challenges of tons of snow, digging my car out and two cranky kids, I forged on with the kids to our local mall to see Santa. Mother Nature, intense physical labour and treacherous driving conditions didn't stop me but by God, the visit nearly did. It took a gingerbread latte (now called Mum's happy juice) to recover from the experience and poor Santa, the big fella wasn't nearly as jolly after he'd visited with our two.
(You could practically hear the elves saying "don't let the door hit you on your way out" as I bundled one kid over my shoulder like a sack of flour while urging the other way to stay away from the giant glass decorations.
Merry Christmas folks to you and yours, look forward to hearing about your holiday experiences.