The Country Club Santa's Naughty List

My girlfriend DD called me to tell me the story of her little boy Gojo.  Every year Santa Claus comes to the country club and every year DD takes her kids to see him.  It's a family affair and very much a tradition.  After all, who didn't  grow up spending all their holidays with the benefit of a country club (clue: most of us).

Last year Gojo hid in a corner away from Santa, but always within view of the creepy stand-in.  After many family and friends came up to him in his corner to tell him there's no need to be afraid of Santa, he chucked a piece of candy at Santa.  Clausowski then looked his way with the stink eye.  Gojo then yelled in a deep voice, "I'm not afraid of you, Santa."  He was 13.  Just kidding.  He was three going on 13.

Now he is 4.

This year he wasn't afraid at all.  In fact, after sitting on Santa's lap and telling him everything he wanted for Christmas he partook in the country club buffet (yep, we've all been there).   

After dinner, he sauntered back over to where Santa was sitting and asked if he could talk to him again.  Santa was happy to oblige.  DD watched it all take place.  Five minutes later he was still talking to Santa.  She couldn't hear what they were saying, so when he returned she said, "Hey Gojo.  I saw you talking to Santa.  What were you all talking about?"  Gojo replied, "You don't want to know, Mom."  After some coaxing from DD he finally told her, "Mom, remember tonight when we were getting ready and you cussed?  Well I told Santa about that.  We had a really good talk.  And Mom, this is the part you are not going to like.  He said he's going to put you on the naughty list."

DD said, "Really?  Did you tell Santa about how naughty you have been lately?"  Gojo replied, "No.  But Mom, like I said, we had a really good talk and I don't want to change that."

DD told me the story and ended with, "Preschool SUCKS."   My response?  "Kindergarten SUCKS too!"