A blizzard is expected to hit our area tonight and tomorrow. Up to 12 inches, they say. We'll see. Something tells me that it will be significantly less than that. Seems the news stations are always trying to whip us into a frenzy about something. SNOW in Wisconsin in winter??? Oh no! Who could have guessed?
Though I do not put too much stock in the meteorologists' predictions I still take precautions, of course. Yesterday I ran around finishing up all the Christmassy loose ends, just in case. I wrapped every, single, last present (even FORTY small gag gifts that will be used for our annual Christmas dice game) and hid them, bought and wrapped all the teachers' gifts, bought and wrapped the kids' kris kringle gifts, made and bought treats for each kids' class Christmas parties, and even ran out and got some special "must have" treats for blizzards (aka- hot chocolate).
Right about the time I was ready to settle down to finish my book (Girl With The Dragon Tattoo- finally) with a cup of coffee I remembered that the kids HAD NOT SEEN SANTA YET this year. Good grief!
I quickly ran down the list of nights we had available. Wednesday, school Christmas concert at church. Thursday, possible blizzard. Friday, possible trip up north for a last minute ski trip before Christmas which also means that we would be gone on Saturday and Sunday as well. And that would bring us to Christmas Eve! Yikes!
No time like the present, I guess.
After school the kids diligently finished their homework as I finished up wrapping some of the gifts (had to let the kids see what they got their kris kringles). We waited for Todd to get home from work and then off we went to see the Big Guy. The kids were ecstatic!
Todd and I were pretty ecstatic too when we arrived at our destination and saw that the line was not all the way out the door. The kids even had time to stop and chat with Bruce the Spruce and listen to his knock-knock jokes. In case you can't tell (the kids are standing in the way a bit), that is a big, white tree with eyes and a mouth that talks to each kid that goes through. A big hit around here. I remember being mesmerized by it as a kid too.
Gracie had been psyching herself up for weeks for this very moment. She was terrified last year and had been telling me over and over again that she wasn't going to be scared this time because "Santa loves me, and brings me toys, and is so, so nice." I was skeptical, but look!
Yes, Santa, they've been good.
Whew! With that taken care of I can sit back, relax, and enjoy the snow. Well, after the Christmas concert tonight. And maybe after the kids' class parties. Hate to have them miss out on that. And, ya know, I already wrapped the gifts and bought the food and everything. And maybe after we get up north so the drive isn't too bad. And...