Typhoon I love the tree, lights and all that stuff, it takes me back. She puts lights up outside and Christmas stuff all over the house, I love it. I just wish they'd have left the kids and Santa alone.
I remember in the summer of 2014, driving home from playing golf @ Heatherwood (nice muni in Springboro), comped, on a Friday feeling great, when the Mrs called me and told me she told Pay (9 yrs old) that Santa wasn't real, I blew the fuck up....WHY??? I pulled in the driveway and Pay was sitting on the sidewalk in front of the house, indian style, head in hands crying. I asked what was wrong and I'll never forget, "Mom ruined Christmas". I asked how, what happened and she said, "Mom killed Santa Claus, he's not real", I lost it. I still tear up when I think about it. That's when it all started to change.
I still have this, from when Pay was 4. She put out milk and cookies and I ate them and left this. When she woke up and saw this, she ran upstairs and woke me up, all smiles and said "Dad, Dad!! Santa ate all my cookies!", filled my heart. That's the stuff Christmas is about to me. Now it's just gimme gimme gimme, no gratitude or thanks. Everything is taken for granted. Hell, the 2 oldest grands fight about who got what and why he got this and I didn't, he got more than me etc. That didn't happen until after Kelsey told them Santa was "fake".
I know, I have issues.
