Cookies and Milk

Ok! It's Christmas Eve. Santa will be coming tonight to leave presents for all the good little boys and girls. He'll be working all night and won't really get a chance to stop for dinner, so he'll probably be pretty hungry. Let's go ahead and leave him some chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk for when he gets here.

So, we'll set out these cookies, now let's pour the milk for him and get it ready.

We'll set it right here by the fireplace so he'll see it as soon as he comes down the chimney.

Mommy, do you think Santa would maybe want to share his cookies?

No, Honey. We need to leave them for Santa.

Are you sure, Mommy? There are two of them.

Sweetie, the cookies and milk are for Santa. We can make cookies another day for us.

Well, what about this one? The other one is bigger.

I just want one bite. Surely, Santa won't mind! But, if they need to be for Santa, then...

How's this? I'll just be Santa and then I can have the cookies!!

You know, sometimes, I experience a profound fear and trembling when I think of later variations of this conversation when he's in high school and such. He's too smart for his own good. And certainly too smart for my own good!

In the end, we do hope that you enjoyed our little Christmas Eve story. Though, it should be noted the Kyle had no more than about three bites of the cookie and none of the milk.

Grandma's dog, Lucy, however did not stop at a mere few bites. Nobody actually saw it happen, we just know that the plate was completely empty a little bit later and Lucy seemed to have a certain smirk as she walked around the house.

Just think, by tomorrow, some 21 days later or so, we'll finally get to Christmas day!!