Miranda had no idea that the year Santa brought her a dollhouse... it was really her Daddy's masterful handiwork. He'd work late into the night, day after day, for several weeks till it was completed. Even though we made sure the kids believed in Santa... they also knew they got gifts from us that we wrapped and stored in Randy's office. (which we called Santa's Workshop) So it never occured to Miranda that her Daddy was building her the dollhouse of her dreams in that workshop.
And the look on her face that Christmas morning.... priceless.
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Wow! What a great work! Does that house still exist?
Man I am cute... I got all misty remembering that dollhouse... dang tyler for punching out the windows... That house lasted me quite some time... almost 15 years. What a face... what a cute nightgown!
look at her face in that pic ... priceless ...
What a precious story and memory! A father's love for his daughter... there is nothing else like it. Thanks for sharing.
Yay for you and your 'win' at Elsie's blog. Lucky You! It really is Christmas season. Love your stories here- THATS what Christmas is about. Especially THE Chrtismas STORY.
WOW!
That is priceless.
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