Tag Archives: santa

Of Course You Are


TheĀ  Boy, upon seeing the pile of presents under the tree: “I knew I was good. I just knew it!”


Will the Real Fat Man Please Stand Up.


The Boy, after standing at our town Santa Parade, waiting to see the final float that Santa rides on: “C’mon! Where is the fat man? I want to see the fat man!”

The Girl: “Mom said Dad wasn’t coming.”



The Big Man’s about to go down; The Girl is on to the Santa ruse: “It has to be you & dad. You read the list & everything you say ‘no’ to, we don’t get.”

Me: “Maybe we call Santa & go over the list with him.”

The Girl: “Right. Like Santa has a phone.”