November 16, 2005

Years And Years Of Delivering Gifts...You're Just Asking For A Repetitive Task Injury

We woke up this morning to the first snow of the season. More of a dusting, really, but the high winds make it feel like we've been plunged into the depths of winter's hell.

The boys are quite excited. While it's fun to see the enthusiasm for snow that I used to have before I became old and jaded, I'm getting a little tired of answering the question, "When will Santa be here?"

Santa is coming perilously close to dying off or at least going on long-term disability.

Posted by Cathy at November 16, 2005 02:21 PM
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You could always say he got downed by one of the hurricanes during a test flight.

;-)

Posted by: aelfheld at November 16, 2005 03:19 PM

I hate to be the one to rub it in, no wait, I totally intend to be the one to rub it in, but it's currently 77 degrees, blue skies with a nice refreshing breeze down here in the Valley of the Sun (and warmth).

Posted by: Chris H at November 16, 2005 03:51 PM

Aelfheld, great idea! Although I might save that one for the Easter Bunny. Drowned while vacationing in Mississippi. Perfect.

Chris...you OFFICIALLY suck.

Posted by: Cathy at November 16, 2005 07:26 PM

Hey, you're welcome. Anytime, anytime. Just tell the kids that Santa is golfing in Arizona this year for stress relief.

Posted by: Chris H at November 16, 2005 09:25 PM

Santa thrives in cold weather, and can deliver more toys!

Posted by: chris Muir at November 19, 2005 01:17 AM

I'm not sure being 70 pounds overweight is the exact definition of "thriving." ;)

Posted by: Cathy at November 19, 2005 01:46 AM