Children everywhere are smiling a little more widely.
Their springy steps have a bit more bounce.
They are practicing penmanship and patience.
They are being courteous and kind; even asking to do more chores.
It's all because they've started making their lists ... They're checking them more than twice ... They're acting less naughty and more nice ...
Because they know Santa will soon be stuffing his overfed keister down the chiminey (or our 'STACK' as The Champ calls it) and piling presents under our tree.
What. A. Jerk.
Seriously.
Does he not realize how often I've told them that if they don't put away their toys I will put them away in the the donation bin?
Does he not care that the toys they begged for last year either found their way to oblivion or the bottom of the closet?
Does he not look around as he plunks down new packages, how crowded this little toyland has already become?
I mean ...
Where will we put it?
I'm thinking, quite seriously, there needs to be a revolt at the North Pole. The Environmental Elves have to overthrow the Consumer Elves and install their own Head Honcho: Reduction Santa.
He'll be leaner, meaner and greener.
2 comments:
That bedroom, it is a little girl's fantasy kingdom! My primary school self would've been very envious.
Right? I feel the same way, and yet she sleeps in her brother's room.
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