After yesterday, I wanted to stay in bed until further notice. And of course, at 8 a.m., #4 came knocking at my door. He was distraught because at the last minute, he changed his mind and really did too want to go and see Santa. He's been too old to do that for about a month now, but had a sudden change of heart.
Luckily, we had a flyer from Krispy Kremes. They were holding a fundraiser for Toys For Tots, and you could sit on Santa's lap, get a picture taken for free, and have donuts and coffee for a donation to TFT. I love the charity, and I love Krispy Kremes, so it seemed like a good idea.
Of course, I was wondering exactly what this child would say when Santa asked him if he'd been good. And of course, in his most charming way, answered,"Oh yes sir, I've been really good. And much of the time, so have my brothers." Who were by this time giving him looks that could have set metal on fire.
#4 proceeded to charm the Jolly Old Elf by asking about his family, pets, and whether or not he was getting tired. Having satisfied himself that all was good at the North Pole, he settled in to discuss loot with Santa. (Who, btw, not only had amazing posture, he was wearing combat boots as well. Who knew?
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Santa asked,"Since you've been such a good boy-" my laugh which turned into a cough nearly drowned out Santa -" ahem, since you've been such a good boy..." and then he gave me A Look, and I was quiet. "What would you like Santa to bring you?"
"Oh, I would like only three things, Santa, and one of them is not for me." He smiled angelically. He really does clean up pretty. "First, I would like some action figures."
Whew- I had that one covered.
"Next, an Orange County Choppers stingray bike."
Yikes- at least the kid has good taste. Those things run about $300+. No chance he'll be getting one of those until he has his MBA.
"And finally, my thrid thing. If I can have only one thing, then this is what I want most". He sighed dramatically. And waited.
Santa leaned forward and asked what it was.
"Well, what I really want is a brand new blender."
That seemed an odd request. Last year, #2 asked for an apple slicer, but that's a gadget, it does cool stuff, and he likes making apples for his brothers. A blender, though, seemed just plain weird.
"I can tell you why I want a blender if you want, Santa," offered #4 helpfully.
Santa agreed that he would love to know why a blender was what he wanted.
"I want a blender so that my mom can make frozen margaritas, because she really likes those. Now, every time she makes them, she has to just make the not-frozen kind. If I had a blender, then she could have a frozen margarita every day instead of the other kind."
Santa suddenly looked like he'd gotten a live fish stuck sideways in his throat. His helper had to go behine the screen, and then we could hear gales of laughter. I did a deer-in-the-headlights sickly smile and waved nervously at Santa, whose beard was twitching dangerously. I just love that now, a nice young Marine thinks that an innocent child has to watch his mother drink herself half blind every day. I hope he gets his blender, I'm going to need it.
When Poe ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
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