Shhhhh, Mommy’s Other Personality Is Talking



Me: “Hey!  Settle down back there and leave your brother alone! Santa is watching!”

Xavier: “Pffffft.  Mom, that’s not going to work, anymore.”

Me: “Why not?”

Xavier: “You know why!”

Me: “Xav…Santa is WATCHING.”

Xavier: “But you’re Santa.”

Me: “Think about it.”

Xavier: “Ohhhhhh….”

Liam: “Therrrre we go.”

36 thoughts on “Shhhhh, Mommy’s Other Personality Is Talking

  1. Doug in Oakland

    I was a Santa skeptic as a child. For one thing, we didn’t HAVE a chimney, and for another, the dogs would’ve gone crazy if any deer, rein or otherwise. had showed up on the lawn, because part of their job was to keep the cows (and other animals) away from my mother’s rose bushes.

  2. I don’t think I ever believed in Santa Claus because it didn’t matter how all that cool stuff got under that tree. It only mattered that it was there to support my immature hedonistic moments of frantic paper ripping, tape snipping, box tearing, and instruction book disposing. I reveled in the sheer destruction of my quiet personality with shock waves of giddy delight. It’s hard to give a crap about the deliveryman when all that’s going on. It’s how I came to internalize, “have a Merry Christmas!” 😉

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