We thought if Franklin had a second chance to chat with Santa, we'd have a better outcome. He saw Santa, sat on his lap for half a minute, and again, didn't say a word. Beatrice was sleeping, again. She was asleep the first time we saw Santa so we just thought we'd leave her out of the picture. This time I gave her to ol' Jolly St. Nick eyes closed and all. She didn't even stir. I guess she was dreaming about sugar plums a.k.a. mommy's milk makers. Tee, hee, hee...
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