I Got Santa’s Back
Life is settling down nicely –finally! My work project has ceased to be ulcer-inducing. The flurry of Thanksgiving preparations (not a huge fan of putting my bare hands into large cold turkeys) are long gone. And most importantly, my face has returned to its normal oil equilibrium. I can look in the mirror now and not shrink back in horror like all those bad actresses in B movies.
It’s refreshing!
Meanwhile, I’ve observed an interesting development. Elise decided to make a list – on her own accord, mind you- of things she wanted Santa to bring her. I found it kind of adorable that she took a pen and paper and attempted to write words since she is functionally illiterate, but whatevs.
More power to her.
I could only hear her as she disappeared behind the couch saying things out loud as she presumably “wrote” them.
“Car…”
“Kid’s chair…”
Hey, I jumped in, what kind of car are we talking about?
“A WEAL car. So I can dwive.”
(This is not supposed to be happening now! Must nip in bud.)
Oh, well, cars are too heavy for Santa to carry in his shoulder sack. You can’t expect him to carry a car! Santa would need to go to hospital to have back surgery and have ligaments reattached surgically.
(That is a true statement. If Santa was weal.)
“Okay. Then a toy car.”
(Yes!!! That was almost too easy.)
“Toy kitchen”
(What’s up with the furniture and massive vehicular requests?)
Hmmm…we’ll have to see if Santa could carry that one too. That could be pretty heavy. You know what’s light? Styrofoam! And air! Air is the lightest! Ooh, helium balloons are lighter than air!
Luckily, she hasn’t developed a taste for light but expensive things like diamond rings. Let’s keep that one under wraps for as long as possible.
Until then, light is key.
