Every year the volunteer fire company in our little town drives
around in their firetrucks & ambulances with lights flashing and
sirens blaring, giving Santa a ride through the neighborhoods as he
waves to the kids and his "elves" pass out candy canes. This year we
went to a friend's house and made a small donation to the fire company
to have Firetruck Santa make a personal visit to the kids.
When we got to the friend's house, Anna and Cara kept looking up in
the sky asking if we saw Santa yet. After playing with their friends
for awhile (there are 3 girls in the other family right around the same
age), we heard the sirens. All the kids piled by the front door to see
the firetruck pull up with lights flashing, and Santa stepped out.
There was MUCH excitement!
He passed out candy canes to all the girls (most of which got broken
before we left), and each one took a turn on his lap. Anna talked to
Santa so quietly I couldn't really hear what she was saying. Cara
didn't really care to tell Santa what she wanted for Christmas; instead,
she introduced him to everyone in the room: "that's my sister; that's
my daddy; that's my mommy; that's Lauren," etc. I'm sure Santa was