Lost

Santa brought The Daughters a trampoline for Christmas. However, it turned out to be colder than ...  something that's cold. On Christmas Eve, when Santa was going to assemble it in the backyard (a safe and appropriate distance from the pool), he chickened out and opted to stay inside, sit in his recliner and eat bacon-wrapped smokies dipped in brown sugar. This seemed like a good enough plan to Santa ... until his wife asked him how The Daughters would know what they had. Good question, right?


The box containing the trampoline parts weighs about 4,395 pounds and is about fourteen feet long.  When it officially arrived at our casa last week, it was dragged, pushed, shoved and scooted to a far side of the garage, where The Daughters would never look for it. So, there was no way I was going to get The Dad Santa to actually bring it in the house for Christmas morning. Besides, I knew if Santa brought it in, it would stay in until he was ready to assemble it.

This is the best her hair has looked since school let out.

So, we went high tech. Santa signed onto his newly-created email and sent The Daughters an message explaining how it was very cold and the box was very heavy. He got it as far as the garage and hopefully their daddy could put it together when the temperatures get above flippin' cold. (It's an actual measurement of temperatures.) He also included a picture of their new trampoline.

Christmas morning, The Daughters found a message directing them to check their emails.  They hopped on a computer and found that Santa had not signed out of his new email account.

Then they couldn't remember their email passwords.

Then they couldn't find Santa's email.

Then they found Santa's email, but it wouldn't open.

Then they opened it, but there was no picture. We directed them to the garage anyway.

Then they went to the garage.

Then they looked all around the box.

Then their tiny little feet froze to the garage floor as I, through my chattering teeth, pointed out the trampoline box to them.

Then they ran inside, giggling and laughing and squealing as sisters often do.

"I can't believe it!" squealed Daughter 2.

"I KNOW!" screeched Daughter 1.

"It's so cool!" cheered Daughter 2.

"I KNOW, RIGHT!??" hollered Daughter 1.

"What was it?" asked Daughter 2.

Don't worry--she'll figure it out when the weather warms up.