the talk!

christmas is a jolly time, and the one time a year that this anchor looks forward to. i'm afraid that has since changed with the passing time, and an incident that took place this week. let me back up for a moment and let my reader and a half in on some back story before i go forward and tell u the scary tale only fit to tell on the upcoming holiday that most people celebrate next week (since i am being politically correct i will refer to this holiday as fall break,samhain,fall festival... ok i can't do it... it's halloween).since the births of the mini anchors only 2 things have been able to bring true joy to this anchor, the first is sleep, and the second watching the mini anchors open gifts on x-mas. i can't describe how incredible i feel when i get to see them open up their presents on x-mas, and in a crazy fury thank santa for all the goodies (luckily they never check the trash x-mas morning to see the carrots discarded that where left for rudolph, but i digress). now keep that image in your head as i tell you this story. this year as the mini anchors are getting older (as i am afraid we all do) the question i longed hoped i would never hear from them (besides where do babies come from?), what is the truth of santa? are you guys santa? tell me who is really santa? or any other question related to that. then came the reunion of the anchors fam, and a cousin to the mini anchors floated the idea that mom and dad are santa. with that, the question about santa came up more and more.so now lets fast forward to this week and the incident that has since ruined x-mas for me FOREVER! as the saying goes "while the dogs are away, the mice will play" (i am not a cat person and refuse to put a cat quote on this blog). while at work mrs.anchor took it upon herself to let the dog out of the bag, and tell the oldest mini anchor the truth of santa. how did this anchor find out about this the person and half reader of this blog may ask themselves at this moment, via text message! that's right i got a text message advising me that the dog was now out of the bag with the older. knowing that it was only a matter of time before he tells the younger mini anchor, i cruised home to try to put a stop to the older anchor telling the younger anchor (the older anchor can keep a secret as well as a boat with holes can float .. it's only a matter of time before it sinks). i got home and lectured the older anchor about the need for secrecy (skull & bones society at yale style), but as i knew would be the case, a short time later after bringing up santa every 2 mins for no reason the younger one asked the question. luckily i was not in the room to hear either one of them get the talk. my poor heart couldn't handle it. now when the mini anchors open up presents and get a gift they don't like, i can no longer blame it on santa. they know now that those socks and underwear every year aren't bad gifts from a mythical person who brings joy to all the good girls and boys, but non other than yours truly. also won't be able to give them a bell this year when we do our yearly reading of the polar express, since the bell only rings for those who truly believe!