she's seen the movie before ... but not with as much conviction as was observed last evening. following the final few scenes in which the boy gets a bell from santa ... she wondered aloud.
do all kids get bells from santa?
will i get a bell from santa??
mama, why did that boy get a bell???
at that exact moment in time ... in my head ... i realized ...
it is so time to milk (and cookie) this santa-guy for everything i can.
my mom and dad got this opportunity so long ago. now ... it's my turn.
i replied ...
hmmm. well that boy was a very very special boy. he must have done so many wonderful things for others. santa only hands out a few of those bells. only the most special and thoughtful of the children get them.
and it started to backfire ...
(with tears in her eyes) well, i wasn't very nice to coconut tonight. so i won't get a bell ... and i really really want a bell. (the tears were pouring now) so it doesn't matter what i do ... i won't get a bell.
shite ... c'mon mama, come up with something!
well ... honey. did you know that santa can see when you make things better? if you are polite and apologize to the people that you hurt. he'll see that and maybe will realize that you are trying your hardest. i don't know ... i think you might just get a bell ... especially if you can keep up this good attitude. it makes mommy and daddy and santa so proud.
and now ... at the sign of an impending outbreak ... i just sing. or hum a tune.
*he sees you when you're sleeping * he knows when you're awake *
*he knows if you've been bad or good * so be good for goodness sake *
and now?? i have to find a bell. or i will SO be screwed for next year.
**image courtesy of google image