Saint Nicholas left pajamas (not a traditional token but they were much needed). I don't know what happens to the sleepwear in this house but it seems we never have enough these days. It doesn't help that all four of them desire pjs of the footsie variety.
His mom is still better to him than St. Nick's gifts left in a shoe.
He has a new favorite trick. When I ask him for a kiss, he head butts me instead. Leaves me feeling the love.
The girls wore their Santa sweaters to Mass this morning in honor of St. Nick. They were gifts last year from Grandma Murphy and I love them!
Happy Feast Day! Hope St. Nicholas left you something exceptional.