December 1, 2010
The Cheap Santa
My kids can earn up to 5 bucks per week doing household chores, remembering to chew with their mouths closed at the dinner table, and the like.
Camber spends her money the instant that she gets it, usually on things that I abhor.
"It would be great if you didn't buy that tub full of tiny beads," I told her as she plopped the object into my shopping cart this afternoon.
One of my greatest joys in life is picking up thousands of microscope beads off the floor...one by one.
"Christmas is coming soon," I begged. "Maybe Santa will get it for you."
My kids aren't the smartest kids in the universe, but they have enough brain cells to know that the Santa that comes to their house doesn't love them as much as the Santa that comes to their friends' houses.
"Santa would never buy me something like that because hates us," my daughter told me. "All he buys me are books and toys without batteries."
"And the things that are at the bottom of my Christmas list," added Cortlen crossing his arms across his chest. "I'm asking for an I-Touch this year, but I'll bet that I won't get one."
"I would bet that too," I told him. "You have a really hard life."
When we got home from the store, my daughter got out her homework. One of her assignments was to write a story using her spelling words. The title of her story was "Why Santa Hates Me."