Tis' The Season

…Warning! Proud Grandfather Sharing Granddaughter Story!

This week, my granddaughter, Adelinda, went with her mother and grandmother to visit with Santa Claus. Up on his knees and more than a little bit wary of the jolly white-bearded fellow, she sat quite proper while her picture was taken with him. Santa asked her what she wanted for Christmas and she replied, “I’d like a black doggie stuffed animal.”

“Is that all you want?” he asked.

She replied, “Yes.”

“I think we can do that for you,” He smiled and started to lift her down from his lap but she stopped him.

“Santa?” she asked, “You think you could bring my pet doggie, Mr. Darcy, a present?”

“Sure. What would Mr. Darcy like for Christmas?”

“Well, he’d like a frog,” she said in her most serious voice.

“Yes, I think I can bring Mr. Darcy a ball,” he said, having totally misunderstood Adelinda.

She was stunned but before she could correct him, he set her down from his lap and turned his attention to the next child.

Later that evening at home, Adelinda was sitting on the couch with her mother and Mr. Darcy when she said, “Mr. Darcy, I went to see Santa today and I told him you wanted a frog for Christmas but I think you’re getting a ball instead.” There was a pause, as she hugged Mr. Darcy tightly, “Oh, I’m so sorry, Mr. Darcy, I did the best I could do for you.”