It seems like Christmas starts earlier and earlier each year. At school, Leina’s teacher took a poll to find out who had their Christmas tree. Everyone had theirs up except Leina and one other girl. Mind you, this was on Dec 4th. The 4th!!!! Being the stubborn Taurus that I am, I refused to be rushed. We waiting until this weekend to go hunt our tree and had our usual fabulous time. Hiking through the misty tree farm, warming up with hot cocoa, visiting Santa, and purchasing a very large amount of homemade fudge is our family tradition. This year it went off without too much of a hitch.
We found a lovely tree….

Kevin the Lumberjack
And two sweet little wood-elves…..

Peek-A-Boo!
It was very very very cold so we quickly high-tailed it into the store for some hot cocoa. And who did we spy on his sled? Santa of course! Kulia was all big round eyes and awe while Leina looked at me and said, “that’s not the real Santa, right mom?” As he had a very obvious fake beard/mustache, I quickly assured her that he was, in fact, merely a “Santa helper”. As we spoke, Santa hit a lull in the kids so he whipped out his iPhone and started sending text messages. The skeptical look appeared in Leina’s eyes so I quickly assured her that the “Santa helper” was texting the elves the toy requests before he forgot. This made perfect sense to her, thankfully, and she went back to her hot cocoa. Once full, we got in line to meet with the big man himself. Now, both girls decided way back in November that they wanted a Pillow Pet for Christmas. It’s on this infomercial and they were mesmerized by it. It’s a pillow AND a pet! Amazing! So, Kevin ordered them and they have been hiding in the closet waiting for Christmas. While we stood in line, I decided to prep the girls so they wouldn’t clam up when their turn came. I asked Leina, “so, what are you going to ask Santa for?” all casual and assured-like.
“Ummm, either a Pillow Pet or a DS,” she replied just as easily.
“Wha? Eh?” My tongue was tied. A DS! Where did this come from? I quickly launched into a desperate song and dance extorting all the virtues of a Pillow Pet. It’s a pillow! And a pet! I even stooped so low and to start singing the jingle. I was that desperate. Still Leina vacillated.
“Oh honey, don’t ask for a DS. If you get one and Kulia doesn’t, there will be fighting and then I’ll have to take it away,” I reasoned desperately. Out turn was approaching. I had seconds left to make the sale.
“Oh, yeah,” Leina said thoughtfully. Then she turned to her sister and said, “Kulia you ask for a DS too.”
Santa gestured and let out a jolly bellow. I felt sick. I had just reasoned myself into not one, but two DSess! Thankfully, Kulia came to my rescue.
“No, I want a Puppy Pillow Pet,” she replied, humming the jungle and walked toward the sleigh.
“OK, I guess I’ll do a Pillow Pet too,” Leina grumbled as she trudged after her sister.
The next 10 minutes were nail biters. Santa decided to be all jolly and convincing and chatted with the girls about how big they’ve gotten since he saw them last year and how much he liked the cookies we left for him. “Yadda yadda yadda,” I thought, “get to the good stuff already!” And then, the big question……
“What do you want me to bring you this year?” Santa asked.
I held my breathe and crossed my fingers. Leina hesitated, tilted her head and squinted her eyes.
“A Pillow Pet,” she replied and I let out a deep sigh.
“A Pillow Pet!”, Santa chortled, “we make those at the North Pole. They’re a pillow….and a pet!” Dude, this guy was good. I felt a smile returning to my face and I thought I had dodged disaster. Until……
“So, is there anything else Santa can bring you?” that horrid bearded man asked.
Leina turned to look at me, her eyes huge. Something else? What! No! No! Abort on the something else! My sweet victory from a moment ago was dissolving be fore my eyes. We had told the kids Santa only brings one present! Not two! One! What was this bearded fake doing? This was a disaster!
Shaking my head, I tried to hold Leina’s eye. “Um, no, just the Pillow Pet”, she replied dutifully.
“Are you sure,” that wicked Santa fake asked. “You’ve been a very good girl this year!”
Another big eyed appeal met with more desperate head shaking. But Leina stuck to the plan and politely declined another request, took her candy cane, and hopped down. I was giddy with relief and vowed next year, we were skipping the quack in the red suit and sticking to old-fashioned letter writing. I know when to stop pushing my luck!





















