This is me at my preschool Christmas party. I was four years old, well nearly five I guess, since my birthday is soon after Christmas. I was obviously quite happy that I got to see Santa and sit on his knee. He even gave me a present, which I am sure was suitably fun to play with. There was hawaiian punch, and some cookies to be had. All in all it was a great party. I was so caught up in the fun of it all, I didn't even recognize that Santa was actually my Mom. She had me completely fooled. She made this costume for my dad and he was usually the neighbourhood Santa for all the kids, but he was also a snow plow fella, so if it was snowing, my mom added some stuffing and pulled of a pretty good Santa in his place.