Walking in Women's Underwear

I've been sitting here for a while now listening to Christmas music and playing games on the computer. Chick is out shopping. She tried doing it with the kids but they were put on the naughty list at Target and she quickly came home. Now they are in bed dreaming of what could have been. So I have a quiet night. A silent night. All is calm. All is bright.

We still don't know what to do with Santa. We won't make up stories or lie to the kids. And we won't use Santa as a crutch to make them behave. We tell the kids their presents come from Mom and Dad. And whenever they ask about details regarding Santa we use the response, "that's how the story goes." Because, Santa really does exist. He is truly a prominent figure. And there is no denying that he is real. So is the San Diego Chicken.

However, in the last few days, Mo has asked me every few hours if she has been good. I tell her 'yes' and ask her why? She wants to make sure she is on the nice list and not the naughty list.

Melissa Etheridge is singing Happy Xmas (War is Over) right now. I think Burl Ives was before her and The Waitresses before him. I'm ready for either Anne Murray or Billy Squier next. Gotta love Christmas music.

While life is all about the holidays right now, we are only a few weeks away from meeting the next member of our family. The due date is January 26, but the Big O was a week early so anything is possible. And so I have visions of sugar-plums dancing in my head. I'll enjoy Christmas for sure, but I can't wait to meet my next best friend.

For the record, the next song was Merry Christmas Baby by B.B. King.