As you can see from this picture,
We went to see Santa.

He happens to be at the mall when we were there.
Thank God, we caught up with him, especially with his schedule and all.

Tyler did very good with him,
I mean, when we were done, Santa’s suit was still velvet red.
Not like my shirt, with permanent white spots on the shoulder.

Anyway,
I am so happy, knowing that Tyler will get to grow up knowing that
Santa will come and visit our house, and give him his gifts.

When I was a kid, I had a hard time trying to figure out
how in the world is he going to get into our house in the Philippines.
Houses don’t have chimneys there.

My mother said he comes in through the windows.
I said, “No way!”
The windows were locked.
And we have window bars all over them.

Then she said,
“Sometimes, He just magically appears in your bedroom,
and puts the gifts under your bed.”

Now I am officially freaked out.

Either Santa is a ghost, appearing out of nowhere.
One Christmas night he would just appear in my room
and scare the bejeezuz out of me.

Or he’s got some training from Burglary academy.
Being able to break in and enter without you knowing.

You don’t want to see a fat guy in a suit, trying to pry open your window.

Well now we live in North America,
For sure he has to make a stop and give us something.
Not only because we have a chimney,
but also when we were at the mall,
I gave him “The Look”.

The look that says,
“I still haven’t forgotten.”
“Christmas 1981”
“I am still waiting for my train set.”