Friday, December 30, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
A Santa Story
My family thought this story of how I found out the truth about Santa was very amusing.
One Christmas when I was in 1st or 2nd grade, in addition to the stockings being stuffed and all the gifts, there was an old cane propped next to the fireplace on Christmas morning.
"Is that Santa's cane?!" My sister and I shrieked.
"Maybe.." Mom replied. She also said to leave it there.
"Is he going to come back and get it!?!" we asked.
"Maybe." she said again.
Sure enough, a few weeks later it disappeared. The following year the cane appeared again, this time with a nice Christmas ribbon tied to it. The above conversation happened again. Now at this time, I personally was wondering how Santa could accidentally leave his cane at our house 2 years in a row, since he does visit millions of houses. But just as before he came and got it a few weeks later. That is, "He might have." said Mom.
Summer of the next year we moved to a new house. This house had a bedroom that had a very large closet, not a walk-in, but one that was almost like a narrrow hallway. We had only lived there a few weeks and my sister and I were playing with my brother, who was a toddler at the time, while my mom was doing some unpacking. My brother was having fun running in and out of the large closet. All of a sudden he came toddling out holding that Christmas cane, it still had the ribbon on it and everything. I stood there in shock at what I was seeing. That wasn't Santa's cane! I really feel like I got over it rather quickly though, since the story didn't really make sense anyway and of all the pictures I've seen of Santa, I've never seen him with a cane.
However, I remember my sister being terribly upset, which made me upset. (I always had to do what she did.) We had a family discussion about it that evening.
"You lied to us!" my sister said to my mom. "You said that it was Santa's!"
"No, I didn't, I said 'maybe'." Mom explained.
It's true. She did say "maybe" and that was all. The rest we filled in ourselves. That's how kids think. I see it firsthand with my own kids.
At my house, whenever I answer one of Tommy's questions with "Maybe." He replies, "Maybe means yes!"
One Christmas when I was in 1st or 2nd grade, in addition to the stockings being stuffed and all the gifts, there was an old cane propped next to the fireplace on Christmas morning.
"Is that Santa's cane?!" My sister and I shrieked.
"Maybe.." Mom replied. She also said to leave it there.
"Is he going to come back and get it!?!" we asked.
"Maybe." she said again.
Sure enough, a few weeks later it disappeared. The following year the cane appeared again, this time with a nice Christmas ribbon tied to it. The above conversation happened again. Now at this time, I personally was wondering how Santa could accidentally leave his cane at our house 2 years in a row, since he does visit millions of houses. But just as before he came and got it a few weeks later. That is, "He might have." said Mom.
Summer of the next year we moved to a new house. This house had a bedroom that had a very large closet, not a walk-in, but one that was almost like a narrrow hallway. We had only lived there a few weeks and my sister and I were playing with my brother, who was a toddler at the time, while my mom was doing some unpacking. My brother was having fun running in and out of the large closet. All of a sudden he came toddling out holding that Christmas cane, it still had the ribbon on it and everything. I stood there in shock at what I was seeing. That wasn't Santa's cane! I really feel like I got over it rather quickly though, since the story didn't really make sense anyway and of all the pictures I've seen of Santa, I've never seen him with a cane.
However, I remember my sister being terribly upset, which made me upset. (I always had to do what she did.) We had a family discussion about it that evening.
"You lied to us!" my sister said to my mom. "You said that it was Santa's!"
"No, I didn't, I said 'maybe'." Mom explained.
It's true. She did say "maybe" and that was all. The rest we filled in ourselves. That's how kids think. I see it firsthand with my own kids.
At my house, whenever I answer one of Tommy's questions with "Maybe." He replies, "Maybe means yes!"
Monday, December 19, 2005
Grades
The grades are up and I earned A's in both my classes. What a relief! Here is a link to my reports that I wrote for my early American history class. http://croftpress.com/shannon/research/history/
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Someone stole my trashcan.
When pulling the car into the driveway this afternoon, I noticed something different about the back of the house. My green trashcan from the city was missing. Since it's Sunday I'll have to wait until tomorrow to call the city. Then I'll have to wait around for them to get me a new can. This is especially irritating since I have been cleaning out the kids rooms and I have a ton of trash! I'm going to be on the prowl for anyone who has two trashcans.
Monday, December 12, 2005
It IS easy being green.
When getting ready to go to the arboretum yesterday I was wearing a pink sweater and I grabbed a pink cardigan in case it was cold. I asked Ada, "Is this too much pink?" She replied that it wasn't and that sometimes she wears all pink. Ben added, "I usually wear black." (True, he does have goth tendancies.) Not to be outdone, Tommy piped up "I wear green!" I actually hadn't really noticed before, but he does have a lot of green clothes. Yesterday evening we went shopping and he picked a green sweater, shirt and pants.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
One down, one to go!
I finished my Algebra final on Friday and my final grade for the class (according to my calculations) will be 90.8. That's still an A. I have to finish my history test and it will be a lot of work to get ready. I will probably get a B in the class, however I feel like I am really learning something and I'm happy I stuck with it.
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