He knows if you’ve been bad or good so be good for goodness sake

My seventeen year old twin boys love to aggravate their four year old niece. Grant was sitting in the den trying to watch the University of Kentucky play basketball (which is serious business in this house) when Abby decided she wanted to sit with him in the chair. Of course she didn’t just sit. She wiggled and talked and stuck her feet in his face until he finally had enough and asked her to go sit somewhere else.

“Nana!” she yelled and came running into the kitchen.

“What is it?” I asked.

“You need to call Santa right now!” she said with her hands on her hips.

“Really, why?”

“Because Grant needs to be put on the Naughty list,” she said firmly.

“You mean Santa should take him off the Nice list and put him on the Naughty list?”

“That’s right.”

“Well, maybe we’ll call him later,” I said. I didn’t think not wanting to sit with her in the recliner was a federal offense worthy of calling the guy in red at the North Pole, but I didn’t argue with her. I assumed she’d forget her request. Wrong.

“Nana, we need to call Santa,” she reminded me for the fourth or fifth time.

I dialed my daughter, hoping my son-in-law would help me out. When I whispered what the problem was Rachel informed me that Gabe (aka Santa) was in the shower.

I told Abby that Santa was in the shower and that satisfied her…for awhile.

My daughter called back later and said Gabe was willing to help out but in her opinion he was a very creepy Santa.

“I can’t get him to Ho Ho Ho correctly,” she said. “It comes out more like Oh-oh-oh. It’s really kind of scary.”

Thankfully Abby went on to bed and didn’t ask to call him again. As far as I know Grant is still on Santa’s nice list….unless Abby finds his number.