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He arrived by train yesterday afternoon aboard the Sonoran Express #2349 at the Union Pacific yard office in Tucson, Arizona at precisely 5:00 in the afternoon.
He greeted old and young with that magical way about him. "Merry Christmas!" His eyes twinkled with genuine delight.
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He gave packages and listened intently to yearnings and wishes of all sorts. "I want a Wii." "I want my brother to stop teasing me." "I would like to have a nice day with my family on Christmas."
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"Always be happy," he urged. A familiar line to me.
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Some brought him letters.
Some stared intently at his jolly face.
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He hugged each child and said, "Leave me a note and I'll come see you!"
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Before leaving his lap, I made sure they each smiled for a picture... or at least looked my way!
Some tried to imitate him. (I don't think the little guy's beard is real!)
Ho, ho, ho!
1 comment:
Fabulous pictures Dawn! No one captures Santa's jolly like you do!
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