10:49 AM

Kyle's Xmas Observation Five

"Do elves dream of red nosed sheep?"


Kyle was very happy to get help for picking out a gift for Amanda. But a more pressing question was on his mind.

"Hilary. Who do you think Santa is?"

Hilary looked up from evaluating some gold hoop earrings as Kyle looked at her with curiosity.

"Mama Trager never went over this with you?"

"She did. But everyone seems to have a different answer. I want to hear your opinion."

Hilary smiled sweetly. That is so . . . Kyle.

"Well, I believe Santa is our great fat spirit of commercialism. He's like your cool uncle who spend all his money on you in hope of getting favors."

"What kind of favors?"

Hilary blinked. "Um, that's not important. What's important is that we embrace this spirit. You can even think of it as the national spirit."

"National spirit?"

"Greed."

"Oh."

Hilary scooted close to Kyle. No Lori in sight, she thought happily.

"So, Kyle. You know what Lori and Declan got me for Christmas?"

"They got you something for Christmas?"

It was questions like these that started the World War.