So many good memories have been made here. Please let me tell you about the very first one...
One of the most special memories of these weekends are from that very first trip with two little girls, ages 2 and 4. The afternoon we arrived, we stood in line for a long, long time to see Santa Claus. We waited with so many other excited children who all sat for a moment in Santa's lap. We delighted in seeing our two daughters each take their turn, looking up at his with their big eyes as he asked what their name. They answered and then shyly told him what they wanted on Christmas morning.Every year is different. Every year, special. We were happy to add another chapter to our memory book this weekend.
Hours later we happened upon Santa again as he walked across the Great Hall (on his way back to the North Pole, I suppose.) When he came to us, he stopped for a moment and and greeted each little girl by name. Hundreds of children had talked to Santa that day. Hundreds. Yet he remembered our childrens' names! That really had to be Santa, didn't it?
Christmas is magical. What a beautiful place.
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