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Santa, Baby

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  1. .:Anna:.December 24, 2009 at 12:35 PM

    I'm in Virginia with no internet! Help me...

    I am playing catch up-I was wondering how you were!!!! Haha and you crack me up.

    Now send me your address on my blog (or a fake one) so I can pretend I have friends to send cards too... :)

    ... PS...

    Your daughter giggles in her sleep!?THATS AWESOME

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  2. hadassahroseDecember 25, 2009 at 12:57 PM

    Haha, nice pictures. :)

    I hope that you and your family have/had an amazing Christmas!

    Peace.

    (I found your blog while hopping from one to another - on Christmas of all days.)

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  3. The MomDecember 26, 2009 at 5:20 PM

    Merry Christmas!

    What a good looking Santa! I couldn't do it all day and pretend to be happy!

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  4. shortmamaDecember 27, 2009 at 8:11 PM

    Give poor Santa a break! Hope you had a wonderful Christmas

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  5. MichelleDecember 28, 2009 at 7:46 PM

    Ohhh those are great photos. I love all the Santa :) But those rapt expressions. That is just absolutely perfect. Merry Christmas!

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