Santa? In June?
We really do know how to read a calendar, I promise.
Tonight we had dinner with The Boyfriend, aka Catlan, before he embarks on his newest adventure.
You see, he heads off to Alaska in two days to play summer college ball with a team in Anchorage.
Alaksa for summer baseball. Who’d a thunk it?
Daddy had the girls convinced Catlan was going to live in an igloo and pet the polar bears. They were totally buying it until……mommy intervened.
Can’t have them believing that, can we?
But in the midst of our conversations about the big adventure, Catlan happened to mention his side trips. Things like the pipeline, glaciers, and Santa’s Workshop.
Oh my. Little ears perked up immediately.
And the lists came out. “Catlan, tell Santa I want….”
I am thinking Santa does not need a Christmas list in June.
But along the same subject, I just started our 2009 Christmas letter.
Yes, you read that correctly. 2009.
Yes, six months too late.
Or maybe it’s six months too early.
Yeah, that’s it.
Go with me on this one.