Forget Santa, I'd rather kiss the dog.

 We were at the mall Saturday and there wasn't a line to see Santa and so my two middle boys hopped up onto the jolly old elf's lap. Ben told Santa he wanted wrestlin' stuff for Christmas and when Santa asked what else he wanted he said, 'just wrestlin' stuff.' Then he told Santa he'd been a good boy but that, 'daddy was on the naughty list.' Then Santa asked my 8 yr. old what he wanted and he said, 'a laptop and a cell phone.' At 8! What happened to G.I. Joe and race car tracks? I hope he's not to disappointed on Christmas morning. Then we tried to sit the 'baby' on Santa's lap, he started crimping up real fast and reaching for me, so I got him back right before the water works started. So? Where does the title from this blog come from? Well Saturday evening as we were pulling all the boxes of Christmas decorations out of the storage building the 'baby' was all hugged up on our dog, Danny Boy, and Danny Boy was trying to lick him and I said, 'Look Sam, Danny's trying to kiss you.' Now Sam loves to give kisses and sometimes he'll go back and forth between me and his mom saying 'kiss' and giving us kisses. So I should have know better than to say kiss and dog in the same sentence, but I didn't. So about that time the child that would have nothing whatsoever to do with Santa Claus leans over and kisses the dog square on the mouth. Hence the title, 'Forget Santa, I'd rather kiss the dog.'