Yes, Virginia there is a Santa; but in truth he’s a bit oversold.
There’s a bigger person that’s working the season.
Now, that’s a story that ought to be told.
While Santa works hard for the holiday mirth and is often considered the cause,
the real muscle and brains, as each woman knows, comes directly from one;
She hangs up the stockings, she preps all the lights, she shops for the elves, and maps out his flights.
She buys for his office, preps food for his parties, she hangs out the wreathes, bakes cookies and tart
She shops for his brothers, his sisters and aunts, she matches his outfits, nice shirts with nice pants.
She brines the turkey, she preps the sprouts, she’s taking the photos and getting cards out.
Yes, he works hard and his work pays the bills, but without her this season would fall flat on its’ heels.
I mean really does he even know the elves’ sizes?
What type of dessert, Prancer’s favorite pie is?
No-he’s round and he’s jolly, and hangs with the kids, has not even a clue where the mistletoe is.
She wonders sometimes if all this toil matters;
then an elf wanders in, steals a cookie and scatters.
Pretty soon three more elves slip through the door,
“Man, those are great, can we PLEASE have some more?”
They walk away smiling, and munching and shine
“Gosh she’s just the BEST, don’t you LOVE Christmastime?”
And amongst all the ribbons and glitter and cheer,
Mrs. Claus nods…
and sniffs back a tear.
Parenting Tip of the Day: Hide those receipts. I know you’re hiding the presents but don’t forget that those little guys learn to read and if they find the receipts or the open bill from the credit company–YIKES LUCY–you got some ‘splainin’ to do.