Here Comes Santa

The week of Christmas, we took Joseph and Elizabeth to see Santa at the downtown park. It was the same Santa as last year, but I think his "egg nog" habit is getting a wee bit out of control.

"Well, little boy. Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Okay!"

"Can I park my reindeer on your roof?"

"Yes!"

"Oh good. Last year, while I was putting presents under the tree, I heard a gruff voice yell out, 'Hey! Who's out there!' Do you know who it was?"

"No..."

"It was your Daddy yelling about someone being on the roof. My poor reindeer got so frightened that they ran away without me. I tell you, I was worried. When they didn't come back, I took a Greyhound to the next house."

Elizabeth, being the fine judge of character that she is, was wondering why on earth her parents would sit her on this strange man's lap.

But...Joseph was happy. He got to ask for his "squishy alien" and a doll for Baby Sister. I just wonder if ol' Santa was sipping more than cocoa to keep warm.