The Kindergarten kids send a letter to Santa and the kids in the older grades respond to the letters. James got his reply today.
I know you are a good boy, I have been watching you all year, also Mrs. Claus and I are doing great and Rudolph is getting ready for the big day. I will try to get you a Power Ranger set, a Power Ranger Megazord, and a stuffed animal but you will have to be a good boy. You will also have to ask Noah if you can go to his house because I am not in charge of Noah’s house I am in charge of the North Pole. Stay good and happy.
The Sleep Country ad jingle goes like this:
“Why buy a mattress anywhere else?”
For Elizabeth it was:
“Why buy a mattress when you have a couch?”
“Mom, can we invite Livvy over to play on another day?”
“I sit with her on the bus and she’s in my class.”
“Ok, do you play with her at school? At recess?”
“No, when we’re at school we have other friends to worry about.”
“Why is there a fork here on the floor?” I ask the kids.
Emma quickly tells me, “Oh, I was using it to clean James’ nails. They’re clean now.”
I kept the Goldfish bag next to me on the table. I did this based on experience and foresight. On cue, James came up from the basement and walked over to the drawer. He opened it and looked for the Goldfish to refill his little plastic mug with a handle.
“I am the God of Thunder,” he boomed
“Yes, you are the loudest one in the house,” I agreed.
“Mom, can I have more Goldfish?” he pushed his cup toward me.
“Yes,” I said, pouring them carefully out of the bag into the mug.
“I like when you have more Goldfish and don’t tell me I already had enough,” he smiled and walked away imitating the strong steps of Thor. “Thanks, Mom!”