My town does this nice thing where you can submit a form in early December with your phone number and some information about your kids and on a given date, someone calls the house and talks to your kids as Santa. We did it two years ago and it was a huge hit with Monkey Boy (now 8) and Peanut (now 5). We didn’t do it last year because we were out of town the day they were making the calls.
Which brings us to last night. The call came in and my wife, expecting the call from Santa, told Peanut to answer the phone. Now we don’t know what the Santa on the phone said but his voice must be deep like Tom, my brother in law’s.
Peanut listened intently into the phone but didn’t say anything.
MLB: Who is it, Sweetie?
Peanut: It’s Uncle Tom.
Monkey Boy pops up to the phone and says “Can I say Hi?”
Peanut listens a moment longer and then hands the phone to Monkey. He says "Hello?" and listens and reports back "It's not Uncle Tom. It's Santa Claus."
Peanut shys away from the phone, feeling embarrassed about confusing Santa for Uncle Tom, and says to MLB in her sad, little girl voice "Santa laughed at me!"
As Monkey chatters away with Santa listing the 500 things he wants for Christmas, MLB tries to solicit more information about the laughing.
Then it dawns on her:
MLB: When he laughed, did he sound like "HO HO HO?"
MLB: Santa wasn't laughing. He's just JOLLY. Santa laughs that way with everyone!
As Monkey finishes with the list he's been preparing since last Christmas, Peanut finally agrees to get back on the phone and manages to tell Santa one thing she'd like for Christmas -- a Barbie fashion showcase.
Poor little Peanut, thinking Santa was laughing at her. He better come through with that Barbie Fashion Showcase.
I'm pretty sure he will.