She can tell you what color his hat is, what color his shoes are, what color his boots and mittens (aka "minutes") are and what he likes to say: "ho ho ho," but when Maeve was presented with opportunity of meeting Santa face to face? Hysteria. Santa very gently presented Maeve with a toy which she DID accept and then proceeded to sleep with it for the next 5 nights straight. And also, every night since then, Maeve calls Santa on the phone, bids him good-night, and tells him she loves him. So I guess for Maeve, some things like Santa, are better imagined than seen...
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