So they say Christmas is right around the corner. Gee who ever sent out that memo should really be quiet. I know it’s coming, I’m just avoiding it. This year the oldest two have kept their list pretty darn simple. They want money. They protested and said I don’t buy the right things. Ok well they can have at it.
Jellybean has stated she wanted a pair of cowboy boots. Now in normal circumstances, I could see this happening. However we do not own a horse, cow, chickens or barn. We do not possess any qualities that would make her think of buying cowboy boots. Yes I do know that some wear them for a fashion statement. This coming from my child who wears shorts with bright green and yellow plaid knee socks.
Someone heard her list and gave her some advice. They told her they weren’t real cowboy boots until she’s stepped in horse shit. Never heard that one before, but okay.
Hubby delivered the dreaded No Santa speech to Shorty last year. I could have rung his neck. She is my baby and I wanted to hold on to that last shred of belief in her for as long as I could. I will never forget nor forgive him. He sat her down at the kitchen table and said “Shorty, we need to have a talk”. I just looked at him, not knowing what was fixing to come out of his mouth. Then I heard “There’s no Santa Claus. It’s us!!”.
If looks could have killed, he would have been long gone that day. But I will say with her knowing, she’s been pretty laid back about what she wants. But I have threatened her life if she tells any other kid. I just know it’s coming, I’m waiting on it.
So to those counting down, please stop, it’s just depressing me.
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