All three girls wanted to change their Santa letters today.
Me: “But he’s already written back!”
A five year old: “Well he can write again.”
Me: “His elves have probably wrapped your presents already.”
“Mum, there are millions of elves, they can wrap them again.”
Me: “But these toys you’re wanting, these weren’t on his original list, I think it’s a bit late to change them now. He won’t have time to get them.”
“He’s Father Christmas.”
Me: “But even Father Christmas – and Mother Christmas – have their limits.”
“He doesn’t have to make them, he can buy them from Amazon.”
Me: “What if they aren’t available on Prime – they won’t arrive in time for him to wrap them and put them in his sack. He’s on a tight schedule when he flies around the world, you know.”
“He could just go to the shops.”
Me: “The shops are packed. He won’t want to go shopping.”
“Mother Christmas might.”
Me: “I doubt it.” [Note to self; discuss gender roles in relation to domestic chores.]
“Well I’m not having Christmas unless we can write to Father Christmas again. Christmas is cancelled!”
“Yes cancelled!”
“Cancelled!”
Oh my. It’s the 23 December. Dear reader – any suggestions?
Triple Trouble Tribe 