Christmas Morning, 2013
Christmas Morning, 2013.
The Boy and the Girl were up at the ass crack of dawn this morning. Santa had stopped last night. It's kind of a big deal.
The Girl took great interest in tracking St. Nick yesterday. It was fun watching him make stops around the world and it actually turned into a humbling geography lesson for yours truly.
Dad! Santa is going to Bamako next! Where is that?
Ummm.... let's watch and see.
This was all great! The Girl was learning about new places while having fun tracking Santa. But as the day wore on, and Santa had made stops throughout Australia, Japan, China, India, the Middle East, Russia, Africa, Europe and started journeying toward Iceland... I realized North America was next.
This could get a wee bit dicey as the reindeer and sleigh inched towards the Land of 10,000 Lakes. Maybe it was time to stop watching Santa so closely?
But he's coming! He's getting closer! Look!!
Presents delivered in Reykjavic. Next stop: Nuuk, Greenland, in seven minutes.
Oh boy.
So we compromised. We recognized the long-observed rule that Santa cannot stop if kids are monitoring his every move like the NSA.
We also established that Santa cannot stop if kids are still awake (I mean, duh?!). Luckily, it was agreed (without much drama) that the computer should be shut down for the evening.
Case closed. Whew.
Last weekend we had a quick, blitzkrieg-type Christmas at Grandma and Grandpa's. We had a wonderful meal, watched football and the kiddos opened gifts. The Girl and the Boy each got what they long waited for... and the Boy made a new, rather creepy and evil, friend.
And all this circles back to where I started from.
Christmas morning [check]. Coffee and Bailey's in hand [check]. Snowflakes fluttering down outside [check]. The Girl and the Boy playing with their new presents [check].
...aaaaand the Girl and the Boy already fighting over who plays with what - THAT'S MINE! [check]. (No, that didn't take long.)
As I sit in my Lazy Boy sipping my Christmas morning concoction, I started wondering what Santa does after his 24 whirlwind trip around the world? Surely he watches a rerun of Seinfeld, takes a couple ibuprofen and lays down for a long winter's nap.
And of course, he smokes a pack or two to guard against "throat scratch" from those harsh traveling conditions. The question remains... Pall Mall or Lucky Strike?
Merry Christmas to all. Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
The Boy and the Girl were up at the ass crack of dawn this morning. Santa had stopped last night. It's kind of a big deal.
The Girl took great interest in tracking St. Nick yesterday. It was fun watching him make stops around the world and it actually turned into a humbling geography lesson for yours truly.
Dad! Santa is going to Bamako next! Where is that?
Ummm.... let's watch and see.
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| The Girl pointing out Casablanca to the Boy. Santa stopped there, you know. |
This was all great! The Girl was learning about new places while having fun tracking Santa. But as the day wore on, and Santa had made stops throughout Australia, Japan, China, India, the Middle East, Russia, Africa, Europe and started journeying toward Iceland... I realized North America was next.
This could get a wee bit dicey as the reindeer and sleigh inched towards the Land of 10,000 Lakes. Maybe it was time to stop watching Santa so closely?
But he's coming! He's getting closer! Look!!
Presents delivered in Reykjavic. Next stop: Nuuk, Greenland, in seven minutes.
Oh boy.
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| Monitoring Santa's Dashboard. |
So we compromised. We recognized the long-observed rule that Santa cannot stop if kids are monitoring his every move like the NSA.
We also established that Santa cannot stop if kids are still awake (I mean, duh?!). Luckily, it was agreed (without much drama) that the computer should be shut down for the evening.
Case closed. Whew.
Last weekend we had a quick, blitzkrieg-type Christmas at Grandma and Grandpa's. We had a wonderful meal, watched football and the kiddos opened gifts. The Girl and the Boy each got what they long waited for... and the Boy made a new, rather creepy and evil, friend.
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| The Boy joins the Dark Side. I'm proud. |
And all this circles back to where I started from.
Christmas morning [check]. Coffee and Bailey's in hand [check]. Snowflakes fluttering down outside [check]. The Girl and the Boy playing with their new presents [check].
...aaaaand the Girl and the Boy already fighting over who plays with what - THAT'S MINE! [check]. (No, that didn't take long.)
As I sit in my Lazy Boy sipping my Christmas morning concoction, I started wondering what Santa does after his 24 whirlwind trip around the world? Surely he watches a rerun of Seinfeld, takes a couple ibuprofen and lays down for a long winter's nap.
And of course, he smokes a pack or two to guard against "throat scratch" from those harsh traveling conditions. The question remains... Pall Mall or Lucky Strike?
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| The politically incorrect world of Santa and cigarettes. Isn't it cute? |
Merry Christmas to all. Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
