Yes Virgina, Santa poops.

 

If you are following Kelsey's blog, you have already seen this picture. But she didn't tell the whole story. Santa came to our house that morning and left something, but it wasn't presents or candy canes. Kelsey and Charis came over that Saturday morning so we could all go over to the YMCA together, but before we left, a call came in from Santa, otherwise known as Chuck's brother. Yes, it's true. My husband is Chuck Claus. Santa was on his way to make a grand appearance at the Y when the urge to purge hit. You know what I'm talking about. Well, he couldn't very well waltz into the YMCA under the watchful gaze of hundreds of expectant children and head to the, ahem, head to take care of business. What would they think if they knew Santa poops! But he couldn't come to our house with Charis there either, so Kelsey, Charis, and I left early and met up with the Claus brothers later. Santa made his triumphal entry with his dignity intact. Chuck and I were happy to do our small part to save this most honorable reputation. Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night.