Guess who's coming to Gracee's house?

With all the immediate family in town, we decided it was time to make the annual (26th year in a row) pilgrimage to meet with old St. Nick. We had made a recon visit to the mall earlier in the month for Gracee to get a look at Santa Claus. (She calls him "claws.") The earlier visit went better than the official visit--although on the prior visit we merely waved to him. Fortunately big brother Niles was a buffer between the not-so-jolly Santa and Gracee. After several takes, Santa's adolescent elves at the mall snapped a decent picture and we were on our way. None too soon for Gracee. (BTW, this is my photo not the one we purchased.) Merry Christmas!!!