Sheesh. And Santa. And chocolate.

Let me tell you the awesome things I have seen since I was last here.

We'll start with Santa. The big guy in red. (Although really not that big anymore...) Phin was not nearly as compliant as he was last year. Meaning it took two cousins, a lollipop and me, Mama, to get him close to the guy.

It started like this.

And this is the best we got. Don't judge, I had no plans to be photographed that day. Jared says him too. But face it, dude is always smokin.

Getting Phin that close to Santa was not the only weekend miracle. We also saw a super old pregnant lady. Ok, not really. But we saw a really old lady pretend to be pregnant. That's misleading. I can't help it. 

My grandma's chorale group held their annual Christmas concert. The first half was traditional and beautiful. The real magic came post intermission. Can I say it was my favorite Christmas Pageant ever? Ever. You should know there are very few members of the chorale under the age of 65. That being said, if you have not seen a women in her seventies playing a pregnant Mary, you are missing out blog friends. Let me rephrase that. If you haven't seen a woman in her seventies rub her fake pregnant belly and look lovingly into her equally aged, equally fake husband's eyes you have not lived. She was only upstaged by the elderly gentleman who came out in wings he must have stolen right off of Giselle's back at last months Victoria's Secret runway show. 

They are lucky they can sing. Although they should be giving my grandma solos. She's the best. I have no idea what's wrong with the director. Other than the fact that he's clearly tone deaf. 

Miracle number three? I'll tell you. I clinched a spot in the playoffs tonight. I'm a fantasy football queen for the moment. I'd like to thank the Detroit defense, Drew Brees and several of the New York Giants. And to my friend and colleague and kind of boss but not according to him, HAHAHAHAHA! It must have hurt.

Only seven more working days until Christmas vacay. Whoot. Double that. Phin says time can slow on down. He wants to really enjoy these days that start with chocolate. I keep trying to tell him the kind Santa brings is of much higher quality but little guy doesn't get it. Someday Phinny Phin. 

Santa, Santa

Today my monster met one of the worlds most important people, Mr. Santa Claus. He was on his best behavior. He knows that in just two days and two hours Santa will decide if he deserves a stocking full of squishy things to chew on or fuel for the fire place. Normally monsters love fires and things that start them, but he can use some new bath toys and we are in a recession people. Even monsters need to make smart business moves. Besides, he can just use our dead dead dead tree for fuel. Then the couches. Then the bathroom cupboard because that sucker has got to go.

He has never seen a human with that much facial hair and he gave him several long, long looks before he determined that yes, he did want to eat it.



The cousins came too. This year they were a little nicer and didn't run screaming in terror. That just hurts Mr. Clause's feelings.



Even when we walked away he couldn't take his eyes off of him. That Santa is one tricky fella.



I'm really hoping that Phinny Phin tricked Ho Ho Clause into coming to our house this Friday. I reallllllly want some yummy chocolates and he knows how to hook a girl up.