Today was supposed to be a day full of good tidings and cheer. Today was the day that the First Lady and I were going to introduce the concept of Christmas to lil’N8. I suppose I should correct myself. We weren’t going to go over any of it’s religious connotations, but rather introduce him to some good ol’symbolism by taking for a quick peak at the Santa Claus at the end of a parade. We were invited by our friends, Heather and Lyndon Swing, to go to the Oakville Santa Clause parade with them and their daughter Estelle.
Our best laid plans were washed away by Mother Nature’s rain. Our attempts of offering some holiday enlightenment were foiled by the wet conditions. However the Swings were undeterred by the weather and they graciously invited us to stay and have breakfast with them. Being a person who would never turn away a free meal (or any for that matter) we happily accepting their invite. Not to have our holiday experience totally washed away, Heather put on some Christmas music in the background while we were eating.
The breakfast was great but unfortunately for both Estelle and N8 the closest thing they got to seeing Santa on this day was watching a fat guy wearing a brown sweater and eating pancakes all the while making ho, ho, ho sounds. Of course that fat guy would be me. My apologies to the children. I might as well bring out the Festivus pole and hit the Easter Bunny upside the head while I’m on a roll. I feel shame.
little e loved arsy claus…loved him.
Probably not as much as I liked the banana pancakes that were served for breakfast.