I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus is …just creepy

  • My daughter was around 8 years old when she learned the truth about Santa Claus.  What I remember most is her relief because (as she told me) “Oh, Okay.  Now I get the song “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.” That was creepy but now it makes sense.”  I guess it would be pretty yucky to a child thinking Santa and their mother was making out, right?
  • At work we decorate the office.  My favorite is the “Hall of Balls.”OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Because I think everyone should have one.

  • My husband asked me why I got a stuffed animal for the kids for Christmas.  They are too old for stuffed animals and I had no idea what he was talking about.  Until I looked closer and discovered it was Boca, as happy as can be, under the tree in the middle of all the gifts.

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  • Every year it works out the same.   I get gifts that are “To Lori, From Lori” and my kids are excited to find out what they got me and their dad every year.  And I know I am ALWAYS going to have a great Christmas because I get exactly what I want every year.  I think this tradition started after the first Christmas when my husband and I were first married.  He bought me a purse.  A butt ugly, old lady HUGE poop colored brown purse.   Yeah, that is never going to happen again.
  • I have been listening to Christmas songs on my car radio every day.  And I think someone should write a song titled “Santa Panties.”  I don’t know why, but I have had this jingle in my head for days now:

             Santa Panties – that is all I want for Christmas; Santa panties – make them all bright red with white trim. 

            (BTW, be very careful googling “Santa Underwear” on your computer)

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