WHOA!
Hey Grandpa, I think this is big enough for us to race. Last one to the Santa is a dirty egg.
Wait, I need to make a pit stop to admire this pine.
What's that up there?
Penguins are apparently here year round.
They also have some really big elves working at this joint.
OOH...breakable stuff. YEAH!
There are just too many Santa's around here to be able to distinguish where the finish line is.
Maybe that is him up there, but I lost Grandpa.
One thing is for sure, this is definitely where he gets his threads. I wonder if this Mrs. Klaus number comes in size 12 months?
But wait Mr. Frog, mom said we got an exclusive invitation to his workshop.
I promise I have been nice, can I please get out and walk around?
YES! I am so excited I could just pee myself (but don't worry...that is an apple juice foul on my pants).
While nobody is looking, maybe I could scale the fence and blend in.
What?..Who me?...I'm not doing anything I am not supposed to.
PHOTO OP!
Is there one under there with my name on it?
Well, I didn't get to join Santa's workshop, but at least I have this adorable Dora doll and Nemo from my trip.
Grandpa thought so too.
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