Long Story Longer

OR The Resolution to the Santa Dilemma.

Let's back up a few days to Christmas Eve. We were waffling back and forth, tell her, not tell her. Then before church she sat down to write a thank you note to Santa. Look at that determination. How could we ruin her Christmas and disappoint that face? So we did what all good parents do, we cooked up a good lie. We left the box in the garage and daddy filled it with scrap wood to make it heavy. Then we talked about how Hanukkah lasted until the 29th. The plan was if she asked about the box in the garage it would still be out in the garage, if disappeared Christmas morning that would be a dead giveaway we had moved it. It was ready for daddy to deliver to one of the Jewish men he works with for his daughter, wink, wink, nudge, nudge.





But I'll be damned this child looked like that at 5:00am aka the butt crack of dawn's butt crack. Because SANTA WAS HERE!


So this.... this was the time on the clock when child #2 was woken up by her big sister. Yes, we sent Breanna in to get Brooke. She just kept kept repeating Santa, dollhouse, blah, blah, blah. Can't see my toys, yada, yada, yada. With not even a peep about that box in the garage. This parental torture lasted for roughly half an hour until we exhaustedly (is so a word spell check!) gave in.


Then before the sun even thought of rising Breanna and I were dressed and out side to ride the very dangerous against my better judgement Ripstick she got from the big man himself. And no that's not snow, it's just a drizzling rain. But it looks cool, doesn't it? Note the neighbor's lights are still obviously illuminated in the wee morning hours.




And never again has anyone spoken of the friggin big ass dollhouse box in the garage. It has been completely and forever forgotten. And mommy didn't ruin Christmas. But there's always next year!

11 comments:

I'm so glad it worked out . . . wht Christmassy joy your pictures show.

December 26, 2008 at 11:11 PM  

Aww!

December 26, 2008 at 11:43 PM  

Great pictures and WOW are you nice parents. We threatened our kids (MERRY CHRISTMAS!) - they could go down and check stockings at 7:15 but no one should be knocking on our door before 8:00.

I'm glad the belief is still strong at your house. :D

December 27, 2008 at 2:11 AM  

Parents are incredible. I bow to your parental excellence

:-)

December 27, 2008 at 3:40 AM  

So glad it all worked out in your favor...you were worried sick about it as I would be too. Great lie, I mean story to cover your tracks.
You should have said it snowed in your neighborhood...and only by your house on Christmas morning.
Great pics!!!

December 27, 2008 at 9:22 AM  

I still have the box, covered by a blanket, and locked in the computer office until DH can sneek it out without perceptive eyes and ears following him! LOL!

It never made it out as I finished assembling the house at 1:30 in the morning....

Merry Christmas! Love the joy in the pictures!

December 27, 2008 at 1:51 PM  

That's great. I'm glad it worked out and she got another year as a believer. Everything changes when they cross over!

December 27, 2008 at 3:42 PM  

That was a close one. So glad she still believes. It's just too much fun!

December 28, 2008 at 5:13 PM  

Thanks for the Paul Harvey-esque finish to the story.
You did good, mom! :)

PS: I like the paint colors in your living room.

December 28, 2008 at 11:53 PM  

YAY! Glad it all worked out . . . and that "the magic" is still alive and well in her little brain :-)

December 30, 2008 at 12:56 PM  

Great save! My brothers are 16 and 14, long past the age of believing in Santa. They STILL get up at 5 am on Christmas morning. Lol.

January 6, 2009 at 2:03 PM  

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