1.
Matthew is getting quite the verbal wit.
He’s into altering song lyrics for parody. He came up with this one after I yelled at
him for something.
Have
a holly, jolly daddy.
He’s
the worst daddy of the year.
I
don’t know if there’ll be snow
But
he doesn’t have any cheer.
Have
a holly, jolly Christmas
And
in case you didn’t hear
Daddy
is the worst daddy
of
the year!
Here’s
the actual song for your enjoyment.
2.
Matthew is questioning whether Santa Claus is real. I’ve been telling him he’s real, but I’m not
sure he believes me.
“Is
Santa Claus just a character daddy?”
When he uses the word “character” he means it like a super hero, like
Batman.
“Yes,
why do you think not?”
“Because
he can’t fit down a chimney. He’s too
fat.”
“That
doesn’t mean he’s not real. He comes
down by magic.”
I
don’t think that satisfied. At what age
do you break the news that Santa isn’t real?
