We went to Biltmore Estate to see Santa before one of my photo sessions there on Sunday. BellaRose dictated a letter to me that she wanted to write for Santa. She asked how his summer was, if he had a Grandma, and how in the world he does it all. Then she politely asked for a sleeping bag. It was so sweet. He answered all her questions; he had a great summer, he does have a Grandma, and when the star of Bethlehem goes over the North Pole Santa claps his hands and slows down time. Hollings opted out of this how discussion. She wasn't having anything to do with sitting on a strange man's lap, not that I blame her, and BellaRose chose to sit beside him, I am fine with that! Merry Christmas!