The other day my daughter and I were shopping, again, for some last minute stuff for the grandsons (her sons). We were talking about when her younger sister was told about Santa Claus. I told her the reason we had to tell her sister was because of her and her brothers big mouths telling her he didn't exists and we (the parents) were telling them he did exist, it was driving the younger sister crazy. She was asking to many questions.
Fast forward a few days, (tonight) we go to the store so I can pick up some last minute things for dinner tomorrow. She has the NERVE to tell me to hurry up, that we have to get home because Santa Claus is coming tonight. Short memory span so I informed her that I WAS Santa. Remember, the talk we had about the younger sister, having to tell her who Santa was? She does have a short memory. So now it all fit into place for her. She kept calling me Santa.
So I had to set the name straight at this time. It's Mrs. Claus or in my case, Ms. Claus.
Merry Christmas!
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