Damn, the duo is at it again! Remember a couple of years ago when elves were all the rage and I refused to go along, reasoning that Santa is enough?
Last Tuesday I walked by the fireplace and noticed this:
The boys didn’t have any Nerds this time, but it was obvious they were trying to lure an elf. Drew was extremely polite about it:
I’m still not going to succumb. I can’t deal with Christmas gifts, Finn’s birthday, the Christmas card, my regular schedule and remember to move a fuzzy green elf around the house. I told Bill that if he felt the boys would be emotionally scarred by the absence of an elf from their childhood memories, he could come home from work and move the damn thing from the washer to the refrigerator and give his boys a cheap thrill. He declined.
The notes and crackers have sat untouched for almost a week now, but the boys are still hoping an elf will appear.
They may not learn the truth about Santa this Christmas, but they’ll discover that he has limits.