Remembering Santa

Since Christmas has now come and gone, I wanted to remember the weeks of preparation, the sweat and tears that goes into one day out of the year.

I remember when I first found out that Santa is not real. I was in 5Th grade (a little old, no?). I knew that the Santa's at the mall weren't real, they were his helpers. But I also knew that there was no way my parents could get up in the middle of the night and lug all those gifts under the tree by themselves! I surely would have heard them. And where would they have hidden the gifts during the year? I was a very good snoop, and would have found the gifts, which I never did.

Now my parents did give us gifts along with Santa. That was cool. As I grew older, I thought, No way does one man have the room or the time for delivering all those gifts. The it hit me...He only delivers what we find in our stockings! How simple! Our parents must do the shopping for Santa, and he just delivers the little stuff. I never talked about it with my parents; I didn't want them to know that I knew the truth.

So, one bright and early Christmas morning, as I got my stocking down and opened the gifts, I received something that I had been wanting for a very long time....a Koosh Ball. Remember those? Did I spell it right?

"Mom!" I exclaimed. "Look!"

"I know!" she said with a smile "I got the last one at the store"


My heart sank. They were right.....all my friends who said Santa isn't real were right. I pulled her aside and asked her, once and for all, if he was real. She looked at me, and as her little girl grew up just a little more, she said "no"

I wasn't sad. I also didn't feel more grown up for knowing the truth.

We put these things called Soft Paws on my cat about a month or so ago...they are plastic covers for his nails so he won't scratch shit up. They are awesome....he likes them and I like them, and the Boy's furniture really likes them. I fully recommend them.

This morning I was getting ready in the bathroom when I heard my cat biting his nails. He's done this since he was a kitten....most cats do. But he bites his nails like a person does; it's a habit for him. Maybe he learned it by watching me. So anyway, he bit one off! THEN, he started eating it! So I took it away and said "no little man, no!". I left a note with the soft paw for The Boy to see it when he woke up. When he got it he called me to let me know there is only one nail covered on the cat; the rest are gone. I really hope he didn't eat them all. It's going to be gross.

There is a girl my age that I work with. She is probably 4'9'' with heals on. She's not a 'little person' but she sure is tiny. She is also not very proportionate....her torso is very short and her legs longer. She also has an ass that you can sit a cup on. Lately I've been wondering what's going to happen when she becomes pregnant. Where is the baby going to go? Is she going to topple over? Well, if the lady that's all arms and torso that pushes herself around on a skate board can have a baby, then so can the girl I work with. I've been thinking about this for like 2 months now, and I really want to talk with her about it!

Moving along....

Tonight some friends and I are going to watch the Boy and some friends bowl. At a non-alcoholic bowling alley. What's the point of no alcohol? This weekend will be a good one; today is good and I have a good feeling about this weekend.