Joyeux Noel!

One Christmas when Susan and I were little, like 5 and 7, Nanny came from Long Island to our house for the holiday.  Nanny was something.  No muss, no fuss.  What you see is what you get.  I write more about her here. 

Anyway, it was Christmas morning and Susan and I were jumping up and down, screaming and yelling with joy that Santa had eaten our cookies that we had left out for him.

Nanny, who we had clearly woken up, asked why we were so excited.

"Nanny, Santa ate our cookies we left him!  Isn't that great?"

Nanny gasps, covers her mouth and says,

"They were for Santa?!"

:)

We were inconsolable for a good 1/2 hour.

And a very Merry Christmas to you and yours!!!

A Very 70s Lauren