He needs to lose some weight. Instead of cookies, I'm leaving a veggie tray out for Santa this year.
This was an argument my wife and I had for some years, an argument that I finally abandoned.
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He pointed to the dump truck, and a PowerMan with a parachute.
We went and found boxes, wrapped them up, and put them in the pile for the school's toy drive.
He then hit me with one of those moments that you live for, out of the blue.
He said he had thirteen dollars saved up, and wanted to buy a brand new toy, to add to those, for the drive.
We drove to the toy store a few miles from our house, a KayBee Toys. He bought a nine dollar transformer that he took some care in picking out of the many at the toy store. I paid to have it gift wrapped right there. It too was in the bag he carried to school on Monday.
Moments like that are what tears of joy are for. No Santa required.
DR
"Grampa, how will Aslan bring us presents? In his mouth? Will my Baby Alive have lion drool and fang marks all over her?"
"Mommy, will Spongebob be able to breathe in our living room? Is he going to leave the presents in the fish tank?"
"Daddy, if Bilbo still has the Ring and uses it to sneak presents into the house, how do we know he's not here, right now, listening to us talk about him? And is there a risk of Gollum or Ringwraiths tracking him? I mean, I want that bigwheel, but not if it's going to get us all slaughtered."
"Cinderella's bringing the presents this year? The woman whose only skill is fitting into a pair of shoes? Sheesh. Forget it. Get me a damn gift card, and we'll call off this ridiculous farce!"
Nominated for a Pith award.Ah, the JRef, contrasting the sublime with the deeply disturbing.
He needs to lose some weight. Instead of cookies, I'm leaving a veggie tray out for Santa this year.
Nominated for a Pith award.
Reason enough to keep coming back, eh?
DR

My parents loved santa. They would arrange elaborate plots to throw us off for years. For three years in a row, when my older brother was really getting into the doubting mode, they arranged for us to be out of the house on the night of Christmas Eve, and when we got home, the house would be full of presents and decorations that Santa put there. Drove my bro mad. He knew the physics of santa weren't possible, and yet the evidence of santa was there. In the meantime, I didn't really care, and accepted the presents happily. I never put too much stock into santa, but I knew better than to talk about it. Presents is presents.
My girlfriend believed in Santa until she was a senior in highschool. By the time she was a sophomore in college, she was an atheist.
words.....fail.........me... Grontynophilian! (a made up word that doesn't fail me)
I will too now. Thanks for that. I believed in the tooth fairy until grade 5 or 6. But not Santa. Hee hee....Yes, I know. I laugh at her on a regular basis about it.
Nope. NORAD's in on it, to include the Canadians in NORAD. Santa's annual sleigh ride is an inside job.If he enters US airspace tonight, he should be shot down as we would any illegal alien entering the country in a flying sleigh and if he survives, he should be imprisoned for trying to smuggle livestock over the border without the right permit for smuggling livestock: a Mexican driver's license.
Tokie