So, yesterday morning, my son got this letter out of the mailbox. It was addressed to him, but didn’t have a stamp or postmark on it. In the past, my husband has gotten a co-worker to write each of the kids letters from Santa (mostly telling them to listen to their parents and clean their rooms and playroom) and send them to them. So, although I thought it odd that only one of the kids got one and it didn’t have the usual reminders, I figured that he was behind it.
Last night as I was going to bed, my husband asked me if I moved the elf (see previous post). I told him that I didn’t know where it was (as he was the last to move it). I told him that the kids didn’t tell me where it was. The only thing they told me was that Anthony was reading his letter from Santa to Elfred (the name of our beloved, creepy elf). At that point, my husband said, “Oh, yeah, I was going to ask you about that.” Soooooo…he didn’t have any involvement in it. And there was no postmark, so it would have had to be someone close enough to drive and drop it in our mailbox. We don’t have family that would be close enough for that. Who sent it?
Maybe, it’s true. Maybe, just maybe, yes, Virginia, there really is a Santa Claus. Unfortunately, my credit card bills haven’t gotten that message.