Monday, December 25, 2006


Believe it or not, I'm up before Griffin.

Griffin is our 6 year old. He's the one who's going to be screaming "Santa was here!" any minute. He'll wake up the two largely disinterested kids who have no idea who Santa is, or what Christmas is all about...opening a ridiculous amount of gifts that you never have to worry about taking back...because you're parents put them all together/buy the batteries for/take back if they don't work or fit.

Griff, Coop and our neighbors put out reindeer food last night. They also put out some Buckeyes (Santa loves Ohio State) and some celery in case they needed a snack when they stopped by. I was a little concerned that Santa wouldn't know how to get in because we don't have a chimney, but Griff tells me that Santa is an excellent lock there's that.

We couldn't find our Christmas stockings, so our kids are pulling candy and toys out of my actual socks. Luckily I have lots of really old, stretched out socks...that are also clean.

I'm hoping that my Christmas wish will come true and I'll be able to go see Rocky Balboa today. Anybody want in?

1 comment:

  1. Saw it. Can't believe Rocky was gay all this time.