So, yesterday, after a fabulous dinner, while we were stuffed to the gills, and the girls were cleaning up, and I deboned the turkey, the pup asked if she could stay the night with Nana and Papa. I reminded her that Christmas Comes To Kenai starts today, with Santa arriving in the morning, and didn’t she want to see that? She paused, and then said “Nope. I wanna stay with Nana and Papa!”
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For 16 years now, every dayafterthanksgiving, I drag my weary behind out of bed early, bundle up the kids in snowpants and cold weather gear, then go stand in line to see Santa arrive on the FireTruck (back in MY day, it was a helicopter, but whatever.) SIXTEEN YEARS. The boy got ‘too old’ the girl decided sleep was better, and now… NOW…
I asked the pup if she were sure – and she said yup! She was too old for that anyway, but mostly because she wanted to stay with Nana and Papa.
WELL THEN.
Too old.
TOO OLD.
Harumph. At least I got to sleep in. That was nice. BUT STILL…
*sniffle*
Too old. My baby is ‘too old’ for Santa!
Sigh!
