Look at all the Santa look-a-likes we had last weekend!
What a great job!
None of us could wait to see the real Santa. We tried to keep busy by going to Bingo, the pool tournament or the snowball tossing contest.
But, I still had Santa on the brain.
So Debbie had us make sleigh boats, then try to see how many presents they could hold before sinking.
All I could think about was whether or not I’d been a good moose. Would I get a present?
Arts and crafts, horseshoes, reindeer games, caroling hayrides, and the scavenger hunt were all fun and stuff . . . but still, all my little campers and I could talk about was Santa!
Tami asked if I thought I’d been a good moose.
“Sure I have!” I said. “Except for that time I tried to sneak past Bryant and get in the bouncy house . . .
oh, and that time I tried to follow the haywagon when you told me not to . . .
and that time I complained ’cause I wanted chicken and you gave me leaves -”
Tami interrupted me. “How good do you think you you’ve been?”
“Thiiiiiiiii-s good!” I said.
My little camping buddies agreed with me.
“We’ll see,” Tami said. “We’ll see.”
I ate all the twigs and leaves Tami gave me for supper. I put my dishes in the dishwasher and took out the trash.
Finally, it was time for Santa to arrive! We all waited for him . . .
kind of patiently.
Can you find me in the crowd? I’m the one in the Santa hat? Being good?
Before presents, we all got a chance to sit with Mr. and Mrs. Claus and talk with them
After that, some us went to play games,
decorate cookies
or get tatoos!
Heeeeeey? Is this one of Santa’s elves?
Fiiiiii-nally, it was time for Santa to hand out the presents!
Then I heard it . . .
“Maxwell Moose!”
Look what I got!
Two books! If You Give A Cat A Cupcake by Laura Numerof and The Pigeon Wants a Puppy, by Mo Williems!
I took them to story time on Sunday and Bryant read them to me and my friends. They were awesome!
Now I want a puppy.
Santa and I had a long talk
He said he liked the way I always try my best to be a good camping moose. And a good camping friend. And if I keep at it, he’ll be visiting me again real soon.
Only 137 more days till the reeeee-al Christmas!
Yes!
