Santa’s Dead!

Forgive the title of the blog…but I seriously doubt that any small children are reading this.

Traveling this holiday season was a bitch. Originally I was scheduled to leave on Christmas Day, but I switched my flight to Christmas Eve, and lucky I did because due to the inclement weather one of my flights was cancelled.  I did some sweet talking to the customer service department though and was luckily re-routed and spent about 14 hours altogether at the airport.  I was oddly not annoyed by this, despite the number of children who were freaking out about Santa Claus due to their delayed travel plans.

“Santa might miss us since we’re not home!”  this was screamed by a child outfitted in western wear-his family was also dressed the same way and they had southern accents.

It took every ounce of discipline to say, “Well Santa’s been in an accident so he’s not coming at all this year, or ever again.”  I really wanted to say this.  Yes I know this is a sick thing to admit, but the thought of ruining a child’s life stopped me, so it’s good to know I have a conscience.

When I was in high school I was once yelled at for telling my youngest sister that Santa was shot on the subway in New York.  Even though my mom scolded me, I could tell that she thought it was a little funny.

When I finally got on the last leg of my trip another family was behind me talking about plane crashes.  Once again, it took a lot of willpower to not pipe in and mention that we were on one of Continental’s “Death Trap” planes.  The exact type of aircraft that was involved in two fatal crashes last year.  “Maybe we’ll see Santa while we’re up in the air!” the mom said.  I really wanted to say.

“I hope he doesn’t crash into our plane.”  Once again, I kept my mouth shut.

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I’m on day two of my family vacation.  So far it’s been great.  I’ve done nothing but eat chocolate, drink coffee, sleep entirely way too much, watch tons of tv, including: a “To Catch a Predator” special-which I thought was an interesting idea for MSNBC to show on Christmas Day, but I certainly enjoyed it.  I don’t care that I’ve been in pajamas for almost 24 hours.  This is why I love holidays.  You can do whatever you want. 

Happy Holidays…pray that I’ll have something interesting to write about over the next week while I’m on vacay….

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