My romantic man- and the BAD santa!

He was trying to be romantic, and it was working.

We had hot chocolate, with some peppermint goodness in it.
We were both so happy to get to be with one another.

Starting off in his neighborhood and winding around town, we finally made it out to the other part of the city, in Highlands Ranch, near his parents house.

"There is a house you have to see, he decorates it every year"

It was like Vegas I tell ya! I could see it over a mile away, bright lights and cars turning in the cul-de-sac, trying not to hit one another, though wishing to see the many lights and decorations.

Then we saw it... "Does Santa have pants on?"

We flipped the car around and craned our necks....
"Oh my, He... he doesn't"

Yep... Santa was standing in the front yard of the decorated house, pant less, waving and yelling, "Hello Children, Merry Christmas!".

Santa had too much eggnog this year!

I can't wait for next year!