Dec 24, 2013 Christmas Eve
No cookies. No full fat milk.
A small cup of 2% fat milk.
A little pack of trail mix.
A short note that has been written, erased, rewritten and erased multiple times.
A tiny heart that believes that the big man will come down the chimney and give him a remote control airplane.
Dec 25, 2013 Christmas Morning
OMG! Santa does exist. He drank a bit from Ari’s small cup of 2% fat milk and left a remote controlled helicopter (airplane?!) under THE TREE.
Ari was excited to see the helicopter, but disappointed that Santa didn’t take a bite out of his trail mix packet.
Clearly, there was some problems in the execution of Santa’s plan. Whoever (hint Kumar) was supposed to wake up early, empty the trail mix pack and leave just the cover near the fire place….didn’t do it. Grrr.
So, I had to come up with a cock-&-bull story that went like this “Ari, I think Santa was so full with all the cookies and didn’t want to eat your healthy trail mix.”
The doe-eyed dude completely bought the story.
I am on a roll with stories today and I am also feeling rather mischievous. I wonder what other cock-&-bull stories I will tell to everybody I meet throughout the day.
Now that Christmas Eve is done, Santa (and all the hardworking Santa helpers around the world – YOU!) should take a break and relax a bit on Christmas Day.
Merry Christmas You’ll.
Be good…because Santa is resetting the good/bad counter for next Christmas .