Terry's 3M's
It's around 2AM 'cuz I went to bed early and now I'm wide awake.
My son looked sooo cute tonight!! He had on his Christmas tree sweater and stood center stage during the Russian Dance that his class performed for the Christmas pageant. The pleasant surprise was that the school chorus was very good for an elementary school chorus.
I made 4 dozen cupcakes yesterday so Bryan could have a little birthday celebration at school today.
The story that I use to illustrate that there is a Santa may backfire this year. There is no way that Bryan is going to get the Nintendo 64 that he wants so badly. Not only is it not in the budget, but, with 4 kids, we try to spend about the same amount on each kid. It just isn't happening.
For the record, this is the story.
When I was in first grade, our family was destitute. I'm talking 2 adults and 4 kids living on my father's salary of about $30 a week. Even in 1959, that was hard to do.
I knew that it was going to be a rough Christmas. I desperately wanted a Tiny Tears doll. I also knew that my parents couldn't afford it.
I was walking home from school with a bunch of second graders who tried to convince me that there was no Santa. They told me that Santa was really my mother and my father.
I called them liars. "There is too a Santa!", I maintained.
On Christmas morning, I awoke while it was still very dark. I went into the living room which was dark except for the lights on the Christmas tree. There, under the tree, lying in a little pink cradle, was Tiny Tears.
See, I knew there was a Santa Claus!!
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