Christmas Report

Was Santa good to you? You bet your ass he was!

I have a 9 year old daughter so Christmas is an exciting magical time. She still believes in Santa Claus and after this year probably will forever. Hell even my skeptical heart was moved. Let me break it down for you.

We went to the mall so my daughter could sit on Santa’s lap. Of course we waited till just about the last second and went up on the 23rd and waited in a huge line for what seemed like forever. Thankfully there was a fudge kiosk not too far and I got my once yearly fudge fill. That sounded kinky. Anyway we wait and wait and wait and finally get up to Santa (after explaining to my daughter that NO I was not going to buy a $20 photo of Santa). My husband and I cross to the far side to wait for her to have her little chat. Now if you have met, spoken with, or been around my daughter you will know that she is a chatterbox. Though sitting on the big man’s lap she didn’t say much of anything. She just sat there with her mouth hanging open. Anyway, they do their thing; she gets her candy cane and then comes over to us with the same dumbstruck look on her face. I ask what’s wrong. Her response surprises the hell out of me. Santa knew her name without her having to tell him. She sat on his lap and said “Hello Lily, you’ve grown so much! And I see you got new glasses!” He then proceeded to ask her if she still wanted the camel webkins that she had written him about or did she want the pelican webkins. For the record, my daughter did indeed write in her letter that she wanted a camel webkinz but has been bugging us non stop because she forgot to include that she wanted the pelican. We’ve told her tough luck, she already mailed her letter. But the mall Santa knew that she wanted the pelican. She also got new glasses only 2 weeks ago. Then Santa winked at me and smiled before we left.

Yes, it could be her soccer or swim coach. There is an outside possibility that it was some bastard smoozing on my kid in which case I will eat his heart. But then there is also the possibility that it was the Real Santa. And that is what I have chosen to believe.

So that was our pre-Christmas festivities.

Christmas came and we had a lovely time. Opened presents at home and with my parents. Killed a magnum of champagne over breakfast (my favorite Christmas tradition) and then headed down to cbus to see the rest of the fam. It was lovely.

But not as lovely as what was awaiting me at home.

My wonderful husband got me a pampered foot tool kit. Pumice stones, heel files, toe separators and such. I was ecstatic because I haven’t given myself a pedicure in…um…. Forever. But once we were home snug in bed (the kid having stayed the night with my mom) watching a movie my husband gets up and leaves the room for a while. When he returns he is carrying my foot spa. You know those things you fill with water, plug in and they vibrate and bubble and such. It turns out his real plan when he bought me the pampered feet kit was to give me a full pedicure.

I have never had someone else give me a pedicure before. Now I understand why people do it. It was lovely!!! He scrubbed away the dead skin from my feet, filed them down and rubbed them until the new skin squeaked. Then he coated them in lotion and rubbed until it was all absorbed. I declined his offer to do my toenails as that is not in his skill set. In the end my feet felt brand new. My husband took a cheap little gift and turned it into the best gift he could have possibly given me. Seeing him sitting at my feet for an hour pampering my little toesies. Well…. It was hot. I could get used to that.

Hope your holidays were filled with goodness!



Pretty toeses!!