Last week, we packed our minivan sleigh and headed over to my old office to spread some holiday cheer.
How'd we do??? :D
This was the first year we didn't hand Santa a "list" (cut-out toy pictures from catalogs), so the boys made requests from memory. Elliott basically blanked. All he could think of was Monopoly Millionaire. He said what he REALLY needed to say: Don't forget you have to SHARE the cookies with the elves. (After all, a man with a gut that round can't receive too many reminders.)
Luckily, Patrick--who straight-up HID from Santa last year--was right on top of it! He rattled off a list of gift ideas, namely a Wii gaming console with assorted video games and a magic pen so he can write messages directly to the North Pole.
The lovely gal snapping photos was GUSHING that Santa and James looked like a Norman Rockwell painting--
...but here's what REALLY happened. James grabbed a stunned Santa, and in a clear, low voice, told the Big Guy how it was all gonna go down.
You can have all the cookies you want, but nobody--and I mean nobody--steals milk from MY house. Got that, Jingles?
2 comments:
Santa looks scared!
After a truly ridiculously crazy day, so much fun to read of the Scully antics, phrased to make one smile, chuckle or (yes!) guffaw. Great fun to be included in the Christmas festivities!
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