Christmas Eve

And its in the seventies.  Hello, global warming.  H found out the hard way that wrapping ain't no fun.  At first she was like yay tra la la la la wrap and then she was like....argh wrapping is intense.  As she is stuck in the middle of a tube of wrapping paper with a bow on her head.

I had the kiddos buys some gifts for each other ala Five Below and the Dollar Store because really Christmas is about opening stuff.  I am pretty sure I wrapped half a pack of Bazooka back in the day.  You open it! Fun!

Ha and all the fights. I just broke up one between H and T. About wrapping,  Obvs.  I just wrote fake letters from Santa to H and T which makes me uncomfortable.  I don't know what Santa is thinking.  And I probably don't want to go there.  I cannot relate to a man who lives his life freezing his nads off. Also, Santa is kinda old and portly.  I am young and shiny.  So it's a stretch.   But I wrote some gibberish because H is NOT getting an Xbox1 but she thinks she is.  Oh dear.  She saw a package that she thinks has it in it.

So how do I deal with that?  I had Santa write her a letter being like yo, an Xbox1 is a little too much for Santa to deal with.  I feel sad, Bloggy, but I don't want more screens in the house.