Don't be confused; I messed up plenty this week. But I've got an old transgression I need to get off my chest.
Loving mother that I am, I replied, "I think so. Maybe if you lay very still he won't know you're being naughty and I'll go check." So I left her room, where she lay completely silent and swiftly fell asleep. Oh, yeah. I was on to something!
For the next week, naptime tantrums were history. All I had to do was mention that Santa was on my quick dial. But she got wise all too quickly and wanted proof. She boldly responded to my threat one afternoon, "Tell him to come."
To which I replied (Lord, forgive me.), "OK, but you should know - Santa spanks!" Again with the huge eyes, so I confirmed, "Are you sure you want him to come?"
A choked whisper, "Yes."
So next thing I knew, I was booking it to my bedroom closet to put on the red suit and wig.
I could probably write a chapter from each episode of our escalating visits from Spanking Santa who, for the record, never actually spanked. There was the day she noticed Santa's eyes, "Santa's eyes are blue!" Long, hard gaze, "Mommy's eyes are blue." There were the cackling "ho-ho-ho's" that alerted a little girl that Spanking Santa was in the house (without Mom having to put on a wig). And then came the missing stuffed dog. I didn't know where the dog went, but my daughter kept complaining that it was missing.
A false witness will not go unpunished, and he who pours out lies will not go free. Proverbs 19:5