The Dudes write Santa letters every year.
We have this snazzy metal mailbox that is, um, magic. And, on one day, one very special and entirely arbitrary-based-on-my-own-preparation-forethought-and-ingenuity day, it comes to life as a gateway to the North Pole.
On this magical day, The Dudes place their handwritten letters inside of said magical metal mailbox, and raise the flag, which is the signal that, um, opens the portal (give me a break here, I make this stuff up as I go and random questions arise) at, um, midnight. When the portal opens, the letters are sucked to the North Pole, replaced by a sweet treat for those who have made the Nice List. No further correspondence, handwritten or otherwise, between Santa and the letter sending children is available until the following year when the portal reopens on the one magical night.
Point is, this is a huge deal at our house.
And, if they don’t sit down and write their letters before Arbitrary Day of Magic, then Santa gets to bring them whatever the heck he wants. Or nothing.
Since #3 already visited Santa in the mall (where he asked for a bird because he needed make sure the description of said bird was more accurate than what he could depict in a hand-drawn picture)…
And, because I am procrastinating about getting the tree and decorating the house for the holidays, we decided that we could at least get the letter writing out of the way fairly early.
This year’s letter writing experience was very eye opening for me and I’m glad that I am Santa Santa doesn’t judge.
First, I discovered that my youngest son is already starting to question the existence of Santa Claus and his mythical home. Or, he at least is gonna make me tell him the truth to get him offa my back about the logistics of flying deer and making it around the world in a single night. I’m in so deep on this one that I can’t even remember what I told him about elves, and what they do during the off season, or deer and what kind of enchanted veggie mix they munch on to get their hundred pound bodies air born. Myths and folklore are apparently not for genius children.
Second, my children are wholly unhappy with their sleeping situations and I need to possibly invest in a higher thread count sheet. This is evidenced by the fact that #3’s Christmas wish list includes, “sheets that are soft, NOT bumpy”. Whatever, man. They were $1.99 at Ikea and I couldn’t pass up that sort of a steal. I guess I shoulda realized these were disposable-not-to-be-washed-ever bed linens.
Third, I apparently don’t tell my son he is beautiful enough. He’s asked for a talking mirror so that he can look in it every morning and it can tell him “if he looks really amazing” or not…
Fourth, my oldest son is entirely over Santa and only pretending for my sake. He didn’t bother to write him a letter this year stating that I could instead “email it to him” when he gets it to me. Riiiiight, because mythical Santa has an email address that is common knowledge to parents everywhere.
And, finally, my kids are ridiculously easy to shop for. All I have to do is get a jar of gum, a new football, soft sheets, green socks, and a year’s supply of Pop Tarts and all of their dreams will come true. I think I, I mean Santa, can handle that.
Do your kids visit Santa or write him letters every year? And, when did you just stop that charade and take credit for making the holidays awesome?!
Wordful Wednesday linky is below. Be sure you visit Seven Clown Circus, my esteemed co-host and the CREATOR of Wordful Wednesday. Then, check out some of this week’s featured links!
- Thanks to Miss Elainous Life for proving that kid photo fails are universal and that anyone who can take a decent photo of a group of kids without anyone screaming, rolling away, or posing with their skirt flipped over their head is a professional and should be paid accordingly.
- Blogging while a war is waging near your home is not something most of us would feel like doing. Thank you to Around the Island for sharing her experience during the war in Tel Aviv as things reach back towards normalcy.
- Carpe Diem is the motto even when you are sick when you hang with The Ramblings. Oh, and they like high-fives too!
- The E! True Hollywood Story Four Plus An Angel Story of what kids do when left attended.
*Todays post was brought to you by magic and my incessantly inability to stop believing in it. For the sake of my children. And, my long held desire to get that unicorn I’ve had on my wish list since ‘82. Also influenced by Hallmark’s Life is a Special Occasion program which I am a part of. Because, the day your kid tells you that you need to buy better sheets because his skin can’t take it anymore is quite a special occasion, right?! All opinions are my own and those of my high-thread-count-loving children.