Dad, when are we going to the North Pole?
What a great opportunity.
Christmas is just four and a half weeks away.
The three musketeers are the perfect age to be captivated by all the season holds.
And I, a very creative individual, am available to lead the captivation 24/7!
So we started discussing what we would do to celebrate the season today.
Nine, Ten, and Eleven each wrote letters to Santa. Actually they dictated and I typed and they signed. (I’m a secretary for kids).
Something tells me they will soon receive letters back from the jolly ole’ elf himself, along with official Nice Girl Certificates, signed and sealed by SC himself.
Anyway, I said we would go see Santa soon.
Soon means today when you are five.
And they thought I meant the North Pole instead of Macy’s.
So while I was busy doing something, Ten comes up and tugs at my sleeve ans says, “Dad, when are we going to the North Pole?”
It’s gonna be a great Christmas.
