"Santa!" Zeke chirped enthusiastically from the back seat as we passed Safeway on the way home tonight.
I looked over to see what variety of Santa we were dealing with.
Inflatable. Tied to the fence in front of the Safeway christmas tree display. Not even really Santa-shaped. The lowest form of Santa impersonation.
"That's not the real Santa Zeke. That's just a pretend Santa reminding us that Christmas is coming soon."
"Where is the real Santa?"
"He's in a very cold place, very far away."
"No, he's from a place called the North Pole."
"The North Pole is in Tahoe?"
"No. It's even colder and further away than that."
"Tahoe is very cold. And very far away. I think Santa would like it there."
Who was I to argue? "Yes, I bet he would."
"When Santa comes I will give him cookies and carrots and I will wash his reindeer and I will take him to Tahoe."
So there you have it. Santa is in for a treat when he stops by the Amagasu residence this year: Clean reindeer and a trip to the Sierras courtesy of Zeke the Animal Groomer and Travel Agent. Hope St. Nick has time for a detour…