Here is what Santa found under the tree tonight as he conspicuously left presents for the kids.
In case you can't read it (and because blogger keeps wanting to flip it on it's side), I'll translate...
To Santa
From Colby 12/24/11
Dear Santa, Can I get a 3DS
To Santa
From Colby 12/24/11
Dear Santa, Can I get a DSI
To Santa
From Colby 12/24/11
Dear Santa, Can you get Kara a puffle
To Santa
From Colby 12/24/11
Dear Santa, Can you get me a laptop please
To Santa
From Colby 12/24/11
Dear Santa, Can Ty get a dinosaur movie
To Santa
From Colby 12/24/11
Dear Santa, Will is at his Grands home. Can you deliver this present to Will.
First of all. So sweet that he took the time to think about his brother and sister. And I love that he was hoping Santa could do him a favor and deliver his duct tape wallet to his friend that is spending Christmas at his grandparents.
Second of all. This just may be the year that Colby starts suspecting something's up. Why?
3DS: not check
DSI: not check
Laptop: not check
puffle: not check
dinosaur movie: not check
delivering gift to San Antonio Texas: not check
I think we can fake our way through delivering the wallet. It's currently in my purse and I will make a special delivery to Will's house and then let Will's mom handle the rest of this "fabrication" of the truth.
And, Kara just decided a few days ago that what she wants more than anything in the world from Santa is a puffle. What is a puffle? Anybody? And the last few days, Ty's been going around saying that for his birthday, he wants a dinosaur movie. His birthday. When my kid asks for something for a specific event, I'm not about to just give it to them early. What kind of mother would that make me? And for the 3DS and DSI and laptop- these are all pipe dreams that have surfaced after asking for legos and a remote control helicopter, both of which Santa did manage to pull through on. Of course we've had the conversation with the kids about how Santa's elves have to have time to make the toys, and that Santa doesn't have unlimited funds and resources and has to draw the line somewhere and that Santa is a conspiracy theory made up by the government to ruin our lives. But the kid wrote a post-it note and stuck it under the tree for heaven's sake. That trumps everything, right? What dude in a big red suit, or humble mother in her bathrobe and striped fuzzy socks with cookie crumbs in the corner of her mouth, is going to deny the poor child his desires?
Every year I go back and forth on this Santa thing. It's sweet and fun to see the kids get excited about the impossible and a little ridiculous, heartbreaking, and a downright pain in my backside, all at the same time.
What's your take on Santa?