The tradition continues. We woke up early last weekend, grabbed some can goods, and headed to the golf house to meet up old Santa himself.
Jumba was nervous but excited just the same. I didn't hear him ask for anything special but sat on his lap without any fear.
Our neighborhood is wonderful and I am so glad that these silly family traditions mean so much.
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