I feel like such a lucky Moose!
I get to see Santa twice a year.
It was sooooo hard to wait for the big guy to arrive. I tried hanging out with Tami in the store, but I think . . . maybe . . . I kinda asked one too many times when Santa was coming, ’cause she pushed me out the door and told me to go play with Debbie and Maggie before she canceled Christmas.
She can’t do that.
Well, I wasn’t taking any chances, so I went to the Rec Hall where everyone was making cool Santa bags for the party . . . .
and shiny Christmas hats, too!
Everyone worked so hard!
There wasn’t time to clock-watch! Not with a Christmas Scavenger hunt, horseshoes, reindeer games, jewelry making, a snow-waterballoon fight . . .
and a Santa-look-alike contest . . .
Would the REEEEEAL Santa, please stand up!
And you know, it was soooo hot out.
How hot was it?
By the time the HO-HO-HO Hayride arrived in the afternoon, most of my little campers had jumped in the lake or gone to the pool.
But these toughies braved the heat to sing Christmas Carols through the campground . . .
Fa-la-la-la-la . . . La-la-la-la!
I asked Maggie if the heat wave would stop Santa and Mrs. Claus from coming to the party.
She said, “No, Maxx. When Santa makes a promise. He keeps it.”
Still I worried.
I checked my moose-watch over and over and over again.
But I should’ve known Maggie would be right.
Santa arrived right on time!
While each camper sat and talked to Santa and Mrs. Claus, the rest of us played a snowball stacking game,
did a balloon walk, played ice fishing, got a tattoo
threw snowballs through a wreath . . .tried to toss rings on moose antlers,
and we decorated cookies!
Until finally . . .
FINALLY . . .
It was time for presents!
I thought my name would never get called.
I saw all those good little boys and girls going up for their presents and I wondered ~
Was I a good Moose this year???
Had I put my butt in the ice chest one too many times?
Had I washed behind my antlers every night like Tami told me to?
Had I eaten enough water lilies?
Then I heard it!
Music to my ears.
Maggie called out,
I guess I was a good moose this year!
Now I have to start working on being good for Christmas in December!
Only 162 more days!