LMBGLWAO!

So, can I just say….
OMG!

The last minute flurry to wrap has just hit my sister’s household.
I was put on milk and cookies duty. (you know, making it look
like the special man has eaten his fill….)

My sister handed my the note my youngest niece left for the Claus man.
I couldn’t believe my sister landed an 11 year old that still believed,
especially with a 13 year old that has been EMPHATICALLY stating that she doesn’t!
My sister informs me that the youngest has been privy to the truth
longer than the oldest, but she still plays along with the game.

I glance down at the note, and I start laughing so hard, I can’t breathe.
I almost fell over laughing that laugh. The one that makes no sound
and turns my face dark purple. THAT laugh.

I don’t know if this will translate well…
but here is the letter…

Dear Santa,
I hope you enjoy the milk and cookies and I’m sorry we don’t have any carrots
for the raindeer[sic]. Also I hope you know
I cleaned my room just for you. (ok, maybe a little bit because
I didn’t know what I was steping[sic] on sometimes.)

Sincerely,
L

PS – say hi to Mrs Clause for me please.

Can I just say, the room is STILL a disaster….
OMG! If I had been drinking, it would have sprayed out my nose!