Me & Mrs Klaus

We are kicking off Christmas Week here at Creative Endeavors, each day a different rendition of your favorite Christmas song …. And as is our practice and when practical, we will included “absolutely free” the lyric’s of each song.  Christmas Week At Creative Endeavors … From now until Christmas Day 2011. Tell all your friends and most importantly …. Enjoy.

Me And Mrs. Claus

(Parody of Me and Mrs. Jones By Billy Paul)

Me and Mrs. Claus
We got a thing going on
We both know that it’s naughty
But when Santa’s gone we’re loose at the North Pole now
We meet every Christmas Eve
As Kris Kringle leaves… 6:30
The reindeer team’s in the air
Sexy toys making all kinds of noise
While the jack-in-the-box displays her mistletoe thong
Me and Mrs. Claus
Mrs. Claus
Mrs. Claus
Mrs. Claus
We’ve got a thing going on
We’ve gotta be extra careful
We’ve got those toys to build
And I’m just a Santa’s workshop guy
I want to sneak off and unwrap you behind the old man’s sleigh
Same time as last year
Rudolph knows
And Frosty knows
And even Herby knows
That it’s wrong
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Almost Christmas

Christmas time, end of the year, another one in the bag, and I am wondering where it is that the time has gone?  Summer is now just a faded memory and long since removed from my landscape.

Another observation that is recent, is the grandkids.  They seem to be leaping ahead in years, and of course, I am not prepared for it.  I sat the other day and studied intently the mannerisms and the actions of two of our grandchildren, and all I could think of was “they grow up too fast.”

It seems just like yesterday they were my little dinkers and now they are morphing into youngsters and soon to be teenagers.  I wonder if they will even like me, when that rite of passage happens?

Joshua one of our grandchildren is ten now.  It does not seem possible, but it is true.

I still remember the day I met him, he was a “preemie” came out of the chute in Fort Worth, Texas weighing less than a five pound bag of sugar.  Real small, I had never saw a baby that small before.

But he turned out just fine.  He is a handful, great little kid.

Not long ago I walked into the kitchen, and there he sat, little red head facing down towards the table, feet just off the floor, and I thought to myself, “They grow up so fast.  Soon he will be a teenager and we will not have this time with him.”  And now sadly, that day has come upon me, and of course, like I said, I am not prepared for it, I am not ready.

Allowing my mind a little time to unwind, I can still see him as he was before.  The day I walked into the kitchen and found him there.  Little Josh sat at that table, intently working on his letter.  Oblivious to just about everything in the room, he was deep into his ritual.  He was intently hovering over his piece of yellow paper, the kind with the “big lines” on it and I asked him “Josh, what he are you doing?” and he said, “writing a letter to Santa Claus.”

Carefully, unknown to him, I studied him intently.  I watched him labor with “his letters” as he refers to them, working diligently with each stroke, with care, with his big #2 pencil, he put his thoughts down on the paper.

Who knows?  Possibly for the very first time.

So I slowly walked over to the table and I peered down on the sheet of paper, curious to see what it is that he was so diligently working on and I saw:  “Dear Santa, I can save you some time this year, please skip my sister.”  So I asked him about that, did he think it was right, did he think it was the “proper thing to do?

And he didn’t quite have an answer for me.

Josh, you know about the naughty and nice rule, right?” and he shook his little head and said, “Yes.”

“Do you think this fits in that area?  Naughty or nice?

He thought about it for a minute and then said, “I dunno.

So then I said to him, “I can get you off the naughty list, but it costs a buck?  You got a buck?” and like a rocket, he shot out of the chair, ran into the TV Room and said to his dad, “Dad, can I have a dollar?”

Lord help us.

And yes, there isn’t anything better in the world than being a registered Grandfather.

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