Santa Claus Came to Town

Happy post-Christmas to each of you. Did I post this picture? I can't even remember because the anticipation of the holidays, deadlines, activities, etc, just made it damn near impossible to get everything done and I didn't get everything done. My bathroom is still gross and has a stack of cleaners sitting in the floor just teasing me every time I take a whiz and don't clean. And, heck, I've forgotten what I was supposed to get done. Anyway. These are the children with the Santa at Cabela's in Fort Worth. He's a good one with his own beard. Little Bit kept stroking it. She thought it was pretty cool. Just last year, she wouldn't get near the same Santa and would only get in the picture if Mrs. Claus was there. Brings back memories. When she was 2, she called him Ho Ho. She worshipped him from afar. So, Santa came and went. In his wake, there are remnants of tape and wrapping paper in the freshly vaccuumed floor. There is icing and dirty dishes, pots and pans in the kitchen. There is a turkey torso in the beer fridge waiting to be picked clean and turned into turkey soup. So much to do and no desire to do it. I just want to bask in the glow of Little Bit playing with her Disney princess lip gloss rings, Hot Rod's World PeaceKeepers blowing up the princess dolls and Pickle with Ipod buds popped into his ears casting sideways looks at the annoying younger siblings who can't understand the angst that goes with being 13. Oh yeah, and Army of Dad parading around the house in his new No. 28 Adrian Peterson jersey. Yeah, I scored bonus points with that one. Now, if I can learn how to work my new GPS navigation device, perhaps I won't call Army of Dad to help me find my way in Houston when he's in Dallas because I'm lost. We'll see if I can overcome my technology challenges to work the damn thing. Now, his Christmas Eve gift for me - which wasn't opened in front of the children or folks - that I can manage to work just fine.