About that Santa

Dr. Peds was on call on Christmas, yesterday, and delayed at the hospital, so in the early afternoon I sat down at the table with three ravenous kidlets to a plate of roasted ham and creamy mashed potatoes and steamed carrots.  Mr. Sneaky Pants put down his fork after inhaling the first few bites, and looked at me very seriously.  "Mama, we weren't even very good, and Santa still came!"  

A side note:  At our house Santa always brings breakfast to our stockings:  bananas, clementines, a grapefruit (although there must have been a citrus shortage this year, because he forgot to bring me a grapefruit)  special tiny boxes of sugar cereal that we never buy for ourselves, along with a very small toy that fits inside the stocking.  Mr. Sneaky Pants in particular was nearly beside himself waiting for Santa and munching up that special breakfast before the sun rose Christmas morning.