Apparently, I’ve forgotten how to blog/read blogs/comment for quite some time. Well, I guess forgotten isn’t the word (although I’m about six months shy of a dementia diagnosis, certainly). I’ve been so very busy. Being an old lady. See previous post. *Someone* had a great idea to make all of her Christmas gifts this year. So, I’ve been crocheting like a mad woman. I’m happy to report my momentum is still strong and if it continues, I’ll be making cozies for all the appliances and maybe even the cars.

Being away from the blogosphere has been a nice break but MAN, have I missed all my friends who make me laugh and help me feel sane (even if they’re just pretending…it’s lovely).

So, I must share my favorite Santa visit moment brought to you by one Ellie Bean and sponsored by one Daddy.

The night before (you thought I was going to say Christmas) we went to visit Santa, Ben had a conversation with Ellie about things she could tell him. Ellie wants nothing more to talk to Santa and loves him with every fiber of her being, but CANNOT look at him or utter a word in his presence.

CUE SCENE:
Ellie and I approach Santa. She is my second skin. I kneel near Santa and act as a buffer while trying to encourage her to talk about what she and Daddy practiced. Santa dutifully asked if she’d been a good girl and what she would like him to leave under the tree. He did his best, bless his heart. As I stood up, he tried one last time. “Is there anything at all you’d like to tell Santa?”

Ellie replied, “Mommy has issues”.
END SCENE.

So, this is what Daddy and Ellie practiced the night before. Ben will be getting a stocking full of reindeer poop this year.