My parents, long considered the more sensible of my relatives, decided it was a good idea to buy my child a horse the size of, well, a horse. It's beautiful, it bounces up and down, and it's too large to fit into an average size car. Also, it's too large to fit inside an average sized house. I expect this sort of behavior from my sister,whose motto is,"It's not my problem."
"You don't have room in your yard for a llama? Well, it's not my problem."
Was the horse a success, as far as presents from the grandparents go? Well, before going to sleep last night, my daughter Samantha looked at me and said, "First take a nap, then ride horsey." So, you be the judge.
This year we started a new tradition, "The Magic Key." You see, since we don't have a chimney, there's no way for Santa Claus to get inside the house to leave presents on Christmas Eve ( not the sort of thing that's a real problem right now but could cause quite a bit of consternation in later years). Therefore, it's necessary to lead a magic key outside the door and only Santa can use. That way, there's no stress that Santa won't be able to come inside and deliver all the presents that you get for Christmas. Of course, no one took into account and that it might be raining, and that Sam would have no desire to leave a plastic key under a soaking wet doormat. Basically, it went like this:
1. Make special cookie for Santa
2. Leave special cookie on special plate for Santa
3. Leave milk out for Santa
4. Put magic key under the doormat
5. Decide it's too wet to put magic key under the doormat and instead hang on the door
6. Come back inside
7. Try to eat Santa's special cookie
Eventually, she figured out that the milk and cookies were not for her. It's funny, because Christmas morning, despite a room full of presents, the thing that she was most excited about was the fact that Santa had eaten her milk and cookies.
It's good to be a dad.