I love going to Papa’s house. He’s a lot like Santa. When I walk in the front door one of his elves greets me. Another asks me what I want for dinner. And this is the best part.


I stand in the kitchen and watch Papa’s elves assemble our meal. He sends me home with a green salad and cookie dough.


And look who came all the way from Philadelphia today to help us eat it.


This little somebody came with her.

And the papa in our house is pleased.

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