It looked as if we’d spent the day at home practicing. “No, again! Now, once more, what will you tell Santa when he asks you what you’d like for Christmas?” Because no kid, unless he’s a film character named Travis or Tiny Tim, sits in deep contemplation before answering Saint Nicholas’s time-honored question, especially to answer the way our Kind Sir did last night.
Lucas did not ask Santa for a Dinosaur. Not a pony. This wasn’t anything we’d ever talked about, not directly. There was neither prompting nor practice. Sir Luke sat on Santa’s knee and told him in lieu of any gifts, here’s what he’d really like:
How is there no “Mr. America” Pageant? This kid has “world peace” but the short ‘n’ curlies.
December 13, 2011 at 10:13 am
Wow! talk about your proud moments. Lucas is amazing!
December 13, 2011 at 10:42 am
Nothing to say other than…awww. Kind Sir, indeed!
December 13, 2011 at 2:13 pm
I swear I had tears in my eyes, just awesome!
December 13, 2011 at 5:46 pm
What a sweet boy!
December 13, 2011 at 6:02 pm
One of the greatest gifts of my life is having raised a sweet man. You’re well on the way…
December 14, 2011 at 9:40 am
Aw! Also, THREE Little Beers? Is there an announcement on the horizon?
December 14, 2011 at 3:57 pm
No, I consider Phil one of my Beers. Almost like Goldie with her 3 little bears.