James met the Clauses last night (pardon the cheesy photo border; I am not responsible). And though he visited them the last couple of years, this is the first year he has any idea who the old guy is. He didn’t freak out, but he didn’t say much either - other than murmuring about wanting his beloved green crane, which apparently is not Cranky from Thomas after all. Santa may have a hard time procuring said green crane, but I have a feeling Christmas is going to be pretty spectacular this year anyway.
