Santa Claus came to our house this year.
I'm not making a joke... he really did.
On Christmas night we were cleaning up things in the living room. We found this toy, and when I say toy, it was more like a computer gadget for an adult. See the link here. I didn't buy it. Brent didn't buy it. I called all of the family members that were at our house that day. No one brought it, nor did anyone know anything about it.
This morning I was trying to decide what to wear. It is FRIGID in Alabama right now. I don't own too many things that would keep me warm in 19 degree weather! I had some clothing laying on the floor beside my chest of drawers. It was laying there because it won't fit in the drawers. (I KNOW that means I need to clean out my drawers, but that isn't the point of this story.) I look over at it and there is this shirt that would be perfect to wear under a sweater. I have never seen it before. I don't know where it came from.
I am sticking with the story that Santa really did come to see us. In fact, I rang our Polar Express bell that was hanging on the tree, and I could hear it ring.
I guess we made the "nice" list this year.