I was listening to the radio this morning as I was driving to work (Big D & Bubba…. yes, yes I know..), and part of their bit was having kids call in & talk to “Santa”. The kids would call in thinking they were on the “naughty” list & plead their case with St. Nick in hopes of earning a place on the more desirable “nice” list. One kid called for beating up his sister, another for fighting at school, etc, etc. And of course, one by one, each was placed back on the nice list by the fat man himself. I thought this was hysterical and sweet. I, too, did things that definitely should have landed me on the naughty list. Ah! A shock, I know; but ’tis true. I had my moments of pure, blissful mischievousness. In fact, I remember one year during the summer my younger brother and I were playing Noah’s ark in the living room (betcha already know where this is headed. If not, stay tuned). We gathered all of our stuffed animals & piled them all on the couch and moved some of the furniture around ’cause the pieces were in the way of the ark (couch). And then it happened. We filled our living room, every inch of it, with water. Some of it was brought in buckets from the bathroom, and Aaron even went so far as to BRING THE WATER HOSE from the side of the house. Oh, yes. The living room had been demolished in 30 minutes time by two kids under the age of seven. Just as we were about to climb onto the ark (couch) ourselves, when mom and dad came in, stunned, and very angry. Needless to say, I don’t remember much after that. But I do remember that Santa came that Christmas in abundance. This goes to show you that Santa, naughty and nice list or not, is a forgiving old man. Or maybe he just has a good sense of humor. 😉
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