OK, no snow on Christmas is not exactly surprising. We live in the south, and it has only snowed here a couple of times in the past few decades, and generally no more than flurries. Although, there was a very cold stretch last year and it sleeted one night. But, as is my standard, I digress.
The other day, Viking Toddler, who is three, asked if there will be snow on Christmas. I told him no. He then became concerned, as he had convinced himself that Santa can only fly if there is snow. That took a few minutes to correct. Although, thanks to the magic of webcams, Grandpa was kind enough to walk outside in the cold and show the boys the 8 inches of snow that had fallen where he was.
Philosopher Child asked me last night (Christmas Eve) how Santa will get in since our house doesn't have a chimney.
"You know, I remember asking my mom the same thing when I was young," I said. "She said he uses the front door."
"But it's locked. How does he get in?"
At this point I pulled out an old trick my mom used when she didn't know what to day or didn't feel like answering. "Magic."
"But he's supposed to go down the chimney!" Philosopher Child said.
I don't remember what I said here, but I think it was something like, "And he's magic. Do you think normal people go down chimneys?"
I hope everyone has a splendid and fantastic New Year. If you're into resolutions, make them, and don't forget to share them.
As an interesting little side note, Husband was kind enough to get me a laptop for Christmas. Not a new one, but there's a reason: this particular model is hard to break and is perfect for me. Love it.
But I've already digressed. I was silly enough to leave my laptop open on the table, with the edit page up. I had to walk away for a while, and when I came back, I was doing a quick read through of what was on the page. Hidden in the text were the words "I am a vandal." Husband apparently thinks he's funny. He mostly is. Good thing I proofread.