It’s all Christmas, all the time here at Le Chateau Roberts. Today we made our first annual pilgramage to the Northshore Mall in Peabody so Ethan could have his picture taken with Albus Dumbledore Santa Claus and tell the jolly old elf what he wants for Christmas. We rehearsed it many times while waiting in line, and Ethan came through like a seasoned veteran.
Santa: “And what do you want for Christmas?”
Me: “How do we ask nicely, Ethan?”
It was too cute. Hopefully Santa will come through for the little guy on Christmas. Ethan has been a very good boy this year.
In other news: Christmas cards are all mailed, shopping is about half done, and the tree looks spectacular. We just finished watching “Love, Actually,” and tomorrow we all head on over to Auntie Lisa’s for cookie decorating with the cousins.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, I used to know everything there was to know about Star Wars. Then came the prequels and the Trade Federation and midiclorians and … blech. My interest waned. But as Yoda might say: There is another! And that “other” is my seven-year-old nephew Tyler, who went all Jedi on my ass on Thanksgiving Day when it came to basic knowledge of Star Wars.
Me (all cocky): “Okay, so what do you think of Darth Grevious?”
Ty (shaking his head): “It’s General Grevious!”
Me (humbled): “Oh, right.”
Me (later): “So do you like Princess Amidala?”
Ty (rolling his eyes): “You mean Queen Amidala?”
Me (defeated): “Oh, right.”
Me (much later): “Okay, well, what do you think about Jar Jar Binks?”
Ty: “HE’S FUNNY!”
Me (mortified): “Then the Emperor has already won.”
Maintaining a holiday tradition: Priceless.