By tradition, Santa gets our finest Frosty the Snowman plate. This year we added carrots for his hooved beasties.

Milo cried and whined and begged as we put him to bed:
- I can't go to sleeeeep!
- When is Papa Noel going to beeeeee heeeere?

Felix kept screaming: "Milo, you've got to go to bed! Or Santa won't bring any presents!"