Okay, here is Audrey's letter to Santa, as dictated to her older "book buddy" at school.
The disclaimer is that we leave cookies and milk for Santa each year, but Daddy added the tradition of leaving a beer for Rudolph. (Of course he did.) While this is only marginally better than liquoring up Santa for his big night, it is, I feel, an important distinction.
And, one more, because this kind of dress up happens pretty much every morning:
I love having girls.