Christmas in the Tropics

So many good things come from living in the south.

• biscuits are available at all times of the day
• golf can be played 365 days a year
• the pool opens in April and closes in October

But one thing I can't wrap my enthusiasm around is this winter weather. If our darling President came down here this weekend, I assure you, he would start to believe in global warming. We celebrated Christmas this weekend with t-shirts and shorts, t-ball in the backyard, and watching the football game on the back deck.

I have to say that I am a traditionalist. I prefer my wool turtleneck sweaters, the fireplace on, and hot chocolate. OK...so maybe I wouldn't be complaining if we really were in the tropics, but what's the point of this weather if the pool isn't even open?

For the Love of Christmas

What's so wrong with a bribe? I ask.

It works getting good tables at nice restaurants.
It helps getting your construction jobs done on time.
It makes sure that your newspaper arrives on your doorstep each day (I know he says it is a voluntary christmas present...but please)
It also gets your 2 year old to go on the potty.

But come Dec 1, bribing has been brought to a new level and the bribe is in the name of Santa Claus.

No fewer than 10 times a day the phrase "if you're not a good boy, Santa won't come to see you" comes out of my mouth. AND IT WORKS.

All the toys are put away.
All our vegetables are eaten (who knew Santa cared about eating green beans?)
We share with our friends.
And we don't whine.

I love Santa, and I am even starting to believe in him. I must have been a very good girl this year because I can tell that for the next month, I'm going to get everything I ask for!