Christmas Post Mortem

Sitting at the dinner table with LOML and Squids. We say what we're grateful for. Kabloey becomes sullen. Tired after a wacky and not-yet-completely-documented week, and, it turns out, feeling gypped about the Christmas experience. Why? He got to see and play with scads of people, drive a golf cart - twice! - ate til he was full, family.

He didn't get anything he asked for.

But you got a transformer.

Misterpher asked for one for me. That doesn't count!

Do you think you would have fared better if you had actually spoken to Santa?

Yes.

Oh. Well, I thought I had completed the transaction for tickets to the Santa Train and messed up. I'm sorry. I take full responsibility for it.

LOML just sat there, tense to the bone. Would I be so stupid to announce to the table that the S Man was bogus, that he was a "figament of our imagination"? (Say that like Popeye and the humor is there, 'K?) No, I was able to steer the conversation to properly.

Then Misterpher pipes up, How can reindeer be weightless? (He has been plagued by the antlered flying animal question for days now.)

Because of Magic. You gotta believe in the magic. Santa does and so do I.

So maybe I did let the cat outta the bag. Or was I being subtle. It would be a first.