My daughter's letter to Santa is ready

This might be last year the letter might be addressed to the North Pole.  She decorated her wish-list with drawings of a Christmas tree and her family.  It's the first time she writes a letter in English.  It was longer than the letters she wrote in Spanish to Santa.

Incredibly, she didn't ask for electronic games nor fancy gadgets.  I was surprised to see that she asked for a bed for her doll because she doesn't want her doll (I forget its name) to keep on "sleeping"  on the Wii Fit pad.  My daughter also asked for hangers for her doll's clothing.

Some parents actually take their children's letter to the post office.  I'm putting this year's letter next to the other letters and the teeth sent to the tooth fairy, as they all some day may be returned to her.  Mean while, I'll enjoy treasuring them a little longer.

Father-daughter dance at St. Peter

Last weekend I attended my first ever father-daughter dance.  It was organized by volunteers and the St. Peter School teachers.  Where did my seven-year old learn to dance slow music?  She tried to lead most of the times, even when I had to carry her or when she stepped on my shoes.

All fathers wore suits that complemented but were no match to their daughters' dresses.  Daughters ranged from young toddlers to teen aged girls.  Some fathers had to dance with more than one daughter at the same time.  What a pleasure that most have been...!

In the back, families could have their pictures taken.  I am crazy to see these pictures and share them with my relatives.  It was fun to see Mrs. Kursonis doing the chicken dance.  I'm sorry Mrs. Cunningham did not attend.

I thank  Luke, Maeve's father, for introducing me to so many friends and helping my daughter feel so welcomed in this country.