Drunk Santa

Holy crap, is Santa a hard job?!!? Christmas Eve we go to church then have friends and family over for dinner and drinks. Finally, we get the kids calmed down enough to go to bed. After we are sure that they are fast asleep, it's time to pull out the Santa toys from all of their hiding places and get to work.  There's only one problem; none of the Santa's at this house were drinking milk.

At this point we're scrambling for tape and gift tags. I finally decide that gift tags are a waste of time since they won't read them anyway. The new idea is to write the first letter of their name on their gifts and put them in different piles; which actually worked out well. I finally find the tape and off we go.  This pretty much looked like our presents minus the bows and gift tags.

 

The next morning I wake up around 6am with a massive hangover. This is when I go into panic mode. "Oh, shit! Did we get all the presents?!!?" I get out of bed and start checking all of the hiding places. I was sure there were some we missed. After checking a couple of times I was satisfied we didn't miss anything. I went back to bed and waited for the girls to wake up.

The girls finally get up and we go into the living room to start opening presents. I get the video camera out and set it on the shelf so we have a steady memory of Christmas morning. One of the girls' biggest presents was a new kitchen. Aubrey is all excited opening the doors and cabinets to see what's in the kitchen. All of sudden we hear her squeel with delight: "Santa left me a screwdriver!"

Apparently Santa, in his drunken state, forgot to put up the screwdriver after putting all of the cabinets and doors on the kitchen. This is why, yet again, I get to keep my title as Mother of the Year.