Me: “Hey! Settle down back there and leave your brother alone! Santa is watching!”
Xavier: “Pffffft. Mom, that’s not going to work, anymore.”
Me: “Why not?”
Xavier: “You know why!”
Me: “Xav…Santa is WATCHING.”
Xavier: “But you’re Santa.”
Me: “Think about it.”
Xavier: “Ohhhhhh….”
Liam: “Therrrre we go.”
Nice
Naughty.
Perfect.
And that picture is hilarious. I wish i was clever enough to come up with that kinda shit.
I WISH I had made that one. WISH!!!
When one piece of wisdom is substituted for another piece of wisdom. Cleverly done, Mom.
*bows* 🙂
Wicked 🙂
🙂
I have a hat made of tinfoil that I’m wearing right now you can’t watch me SantaMeg. Ha! In yer face!
Oh please…I live in Arizona…our politicians make those hats.
Oh, well then, spy away. But just don’t come crying to me when your soul acquires a permanent stain from what you witness.
Like it could be any blacker. Please.
Good point. You remain my Queen. Please forgive my arrogance. *bows as he walks backwards out of the throne room
INSOLENCE!!!
Oh shit. I’m going to hide til you calm down.
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I was a Santa skeptic as a child. For one thing, we didn’t HAVE a chimney, and for another, the dogs would’ve gone crazy if any deer, rein or otherwise. had showed up on the lawn, because part of their job was to keep the cows (and other animals) away from my mother’s rose bushes.
I love that you analyzed the problem and came up with a valid hypothesis as to the veracity of Santa.
Then there was all of that wrapping paper stored in the top of my parents’ closet…
Amateurs. I keep mine in the trunk of my car.
Love it!
🙂
I don’t think I ever believed in Santa Claus because it didn’t matter how all that cool stuff got under that tree. It only mattered that it was there to support my immature hedonistic moments of frantic paper ripping, tape snipping, box tearing, and instruction book disposing. I reveled in the sheer destruction of my quiet personality with shock waves of giddy delight. It’s hard to give a crap about the deliveryman when all that’s going on. It’s how I came to internalize, “have a Merry Christmas!” 😉
I think that’s where they are, they have no care as to how it gets there…just so long as it does.
Sadly, I grew out of that phase but somehow watched it reborn in my children and grand children. I have pictures of children barely visible under the shredded paper and boxes. I somehow just know it’s my fault.
As long as they’re happy. 🙂 (this is what I tell myself)
Light bulb moment!
DING!
And suuummtimes it takes juust a little prodding to make them understand WHO..WHO is watching! LOL! 😉
Exactly. 🙂 Who’s writing the checks, kid?
Love the meme.
I found that one hilarious as well. 🙂
Ah Hitler humour… nothing says the holidays quite like it… that was a good one.
I was amused by it in ways that I wasn’t entirely comfortable with.
I know what you mean… and I kind of appreciate a good case of the uncomfortable amusement. It gets me through my morning sip of baileys.
Way more gentile than straight whiskey.