. . . breakfast with santa . . .

. . . they changed things up 

for our ward christmas party 

this year . . .

. . . it was a welcome change . . .

. . . they blocked off a street . . . 

. . . set up tables and chairs . . .

. . . invited the entire neighborhood . . .

. . . served breakfast casseroles . . .

. . . milk and juice . . .

. . . and cuties . . .

. . . the citrus kind 

that you peel and eat . . .

. . . and this kind of cutie 

who had waaaaaay too much fun 

at the hot chocolate bar . . .

. . . then, of course, 

there was a special visitor . . .

. . . and he brought the mrs . . .

. . . she was the third kind of cutie . . . 

{major plus of this gala event: no children 

running around the church building,

stomping across the cultural hall stage,

yelling into the microphone. 

instead, there was an enormous park available

across the street 

for running/stomping/yelling. 

a definite upgrade!}