Santa has an email address.
I know this because I made it for him.
Last year, due to overenthusiastic eggnog consumption by the elves in the Wii making department, Santa had to write Aria an I.O.U. (until tax return time... not sure why) for the gaming console she so desperately wanted. He emailed it to us.
Why did he email us? Because yours truly overslept Christmas morning. That is also why Santa left all the presents in momma's room.
My major parenting fail last Christmas had two good outcomes.
1. I have definitely stepped up my holiday mythical archetype game. The Easter Bunny managed to deliver the goods while we were in the basement (for a period of about five minutes) looking at something or another. Now Aria refers to the Bunny as "totally, really a ninja!"
2. Santa has come into the technology age with email capabilities.
With a quick flick of my carpal tunnely wrists, kriskringlex@gmail.com was born. (Santa likes his online presence on the emo side.) My daughter is very excited to email Santa her wishlist this year. I am excited to not only have her wishlist in actual list form, but also to be able to look back on her wishlists a few years from now when the big jolly guy has lost his magic.
Thankfully I have another child to lie to for several years. :)
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