SANTA'S BABY BOY & WOYWW #81

I managed to get to everyone's desks last week! Left comments on most of them. If I had to try and post my comment more then twice I moved on to the next.

This is not my work space of course. It has been put completely out of sight on the spare bed, now also piled with presents, so in checking the temp today I took a very poor pic of the outside of my front door The wreath on the railing has a tall birdhouse built as a church sitting to the right. No I have never had any birds as it usually is decorating some room in the house. So in loo of a desk pic I thought I would share this true story with you and hope my girl friend does not mind. When she was 3 yrs. old she woke up Christmas morning and ran to the tree. Her Mom was in the kitchen and C. went running in excitedly to tell her Mom to come quick and see what Santa had left under the tree. Her mother had given birth 10 days before (and back then you had to stay in the hospital for 10 days and also the baby had a small breathing problem), so the baby was not allowed to leave the hospital until Christmas Eve night. Now C's grandfather had been telling her that once the new baby arrived she would no longer be the little princess, which annoyed Mom a whole lot. She thought long and hard about how to counteract all the put downs about the arrival of the new baby. She did not want C. to be jealous. She finally had the thought that one could not be jealous of something you owned. So you guessed it - when the baby was brought home he was placed under the tree. So now as they are oooing and ahing over the baby, C. looks up at her Mom in her 3 yr. old innocence and asks if she has to take care of the baby all by herself? Mom smiled and told her she would help her. I loved C's mom like she was my own and she is now gone. This was the first time C. told me the whole story of her Christmas brother and it was so, so cute I just had to share. I hope you got a warm feeling, a smile on your face, and a little chuckle. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!