One Christmas Eve a friend loaned Hubby her "deluxe" Santa suit, red velvet, nice beard, jingle bells, glasses, etc. (picture of us here.) We had a lot of fun driving around to friends' houses and surprising them. We would park the car a couple of blocks away, the kids and I would stay in the car, then Hubby would just walk into a house and start talking to people. They couldn't tell who he was, but knew he was a friend because he would greet everyone by name, even visiting relatives, and ask about all the pets, etc.

It was a special event for Anna. Here in Bardstown many Catholic families go to midnight mass on Christmas Eve and return home to find that Santa has been there. Little Anna was at the age of doubting that Santa really existed. Hubby was walking down the street when her family drove by -- he said, "Hi Anna, it's OK to go on home, I've already been to your house." She "believed" for several more years!