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Yes. As you know, it worked out all right.
Mrs. Claus gave Santa some ear buds to listen to the GPS directions, so Rudolf never knew he was being helped. Mrs. Claus also made chicken gingerbread soup for Donner and he perked right up and hurried to the sleigh.
She recorded GORT and promised Cupid when he got back he could have popcorn, too.
She did get a little worried when Santa came home very late.
It seems when Mr. Carbuncle and his son Wally crept down to the living room as the sun came up, Santa was still there. It was almost noon before Wally got his presents.
And Santa had still not figured out a use of Wally's new fidget spinner. He drove home very relaxed in the bright snow and sun.
Santa rushed through the workroom. The new robot was putting the last packages in the sleigh. The elves had nothing to do. Santa thought he'd better think about that a little when he got back - if he ever started his trip.
Then, it was Christmas Eve.
Cupid wouldn't fly.
He was not going to miss the last episode of GORT. (GameOf Reindeer Thrones.)
"What next?" Santa groaned.
There it was. A very official notice from the Government calling for transparency.
But, Mrs. Claus found an old document stating that Santa could do darn well do what he liked. It was signed by Peter the Great.
So Santa didn't worry anymore.
Rudolf was still feeling left out. Every morning he was right there
at Santa's pillow. Santa remembered having a dog that licked him in the face every morning.
That was nothing compared to a wet, snotty, reindeer nose!