A Christmas Story - not the movie
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|Mon, 12-25-2006 - 2:58am|
No... it isn't the movie (which I love) but our life, actually. The point of this message is to tell you about the hysterical note Derek left for Santa tonight. But I have to give you a little background first.
Last week we discovered (heaving a big sigh, here) that we have RATS in the crawl space under our house. RATS! We had the exterminator out and he discovered not one, but THREE holes in our foundation that were clearly a flaw in the construction of our home. The exterminator described them as 'freeways of love' to and from the outside of our crawlspace, just inviting the little bastards to come on in and party.
Now, we live in the Pacific NW and I have been told that we are 'bug weenies' up here. It is true - we do not have fire ants, there are no chiggers here, no scorpions and not really any poisonous snakes unless you get way out in the boonies and even then, I think you have to look for them. We really complain about mosquitoes, but after a trip to Alabama in summer where the bugs put on a loud concert every single night for all to hear, I must admit that we have it very easy here. So if I sound a little dramatic about the rats, then just know that the worst pest problem we have ever had has been a wasp nest in our front yard (which made us exit the house through the garage for a while, we were so scared.) :D So when I think rats, I think of the plague and typhus!
We have a tradition in our family that every Christmas Eve we leave cookies out in the house for Santa and oats out on the front doorstep for the reindeer. Then, in the morning we look for reindeer footprints in the oats that are left. Well this year, we decided that leaving yummy oats out on the front door step MIGHT not be such a good idea with all those unwelcome, disease carrying visitors who moved in downstairs. So Derek decided that we would just leave a bowl of them out in the livingroom for Santa to take out to the reindeer. But Derek thought he should write a note, so Santa wouldn't think that we were leaving the oats for HIM to eat. He stood the note up next to a plate with cookies, Hershey kisses, oats of course, and two pictures of Santa, drawn by himself and his sister. Here is the note - I have left all spellings and grammar as they were written:
"Dear Santa, We have rats. So we put the oats inside. plea-
s give the oats to the raindee-
r. from: Derek and a Elena
P.S. We gave you kisses to."
Here is what Santa wrote back (bless his kindly old heart):
"Wow Thanks Kids! Bummer about those RATS. Love, Santa"
I'm thinking this is DEFINITLY one for the scrapbook, right??? (Yuck!) What would my mother say?