Secret Santa
Compromise has become a tool of requirement for myself and the chappy. We do many things so completely different from each other, and at times we have had to knuckle down and put our heads together, and instead of banging them we have had to come up with solutions to keep everybody happy. Everybody usually being our combined efforts of 4 weenies, aka the mini tribe.
At the moment we are in negotiations as to how we are going to have christmas, or more to the point how much input santa will have. My weenies are bigger and one is much older than his, so ofcourse the idea of santa has long since sailed with my side of the tribe. His littlies however still believe that the jolly fat man rides a reindeer drawn sleigh onto the roof and delivers presents to good children. Bad children get a potato.
Chappys way is to fill up the weenies santa sacks with presents, and everything is from santa. I tend to put everything under the tree labelled who it is for and who it is from, with just 1 thing each being from the jolly man. And this is where we are having intense negotiations at the moment, we are looking for a middle ground, a way of doing something that is neither his way or my way, but creating a new way, an our way of doing it.
Now I’m not an evil minded chick by any means but the potato thing is just too weird and funny for me to pass up. I am keen keen keen to scatter some potatoes around somewhere, or maybe even slip one into each sack with a date on it, a date in which an act of badness must have occured. Or is that just way too mean?
My weenies have been instructed to keep santas identity a secret. His weenies are not ready to know that santa is nothing but a fabricated myth, a legend, an idealised fictitious character. I’m fine with that, my weenies still leave out a slice of cake and a glass of red for the parched santa simply because they know it’s what i like. This year however I’m told that santa is partial to a large sandwich and a beer…negotiations will no doubt be required again.
12
Nov
hahahaha give them all sacks of potatos for xmas! the look on there disappointed faces would be priceless!
I’m with you and Laz on the potatoes! Too funny an opportunity to pass up. But then it depends on the ages of his weenies and whether they would cope with the joke or not. I’m definitely going to remember that story for when I have kids – a lifetime of fun to be had!