Santa

Mike loves to take The Gals to go see Santa, but normally - because he is always in New York for two weeks in December - he is rushing at the last minute to catch Santa before he leaves to go back to the North Pole. So, this year he decided to beat the rush and take The Gals early. They decided to leave their list of 45 things here and made new short lists to give him.

I wonder how many more years Mike will get to take them. I can picture him dragging two teenagers into the mall, and him smiling as our "angels" scowl at the camera. And then, he'll drag them both home, they will shut themselves in their bedrooms and think about what dopes we are and how we treat them like babies, and he and I will sit down with a glass of wine and laugh and laugh and laugh.