Santa Threat Worked Like a Charm
I’d brag more if I didn’t feel so darn guilty about it all. Okay, the guilt is not that overwhelming, but it’s enough to make my confession list. So, Santa made it to our home in the wee hours of Christmas morning. He came, he unloaded, his reindeer left carrot crumbs on the kitchen floor, and now he’s gone for another three-hundred-sixty-something days. Now how am I going to keep my kindergartener in line? For six solid weeks I relied on the big guy’s impending visit to encourage my young daughter to be on her best behavior. “Santa’s watching,” I’d … Continue reading