papa

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.

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

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

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This little somebody came with her.

And the papa in our house is pleased.

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One Response to papa

  1. Marcile says:

    Wonderful!

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