Step lightly around Himself today.
He got a message on his cellphone yesterday from the director of the band we sometimes play with. The annual Christmas concert was last night, and they were in desperate need of a Santa.
“You’d be perfect!” said the message.
He WOULD be perfect. He’s a large, tall man, with gorgeous, sparkling, KIND, big, blue eyes. Frameless rectangular glasses. A greying beard. I warmed to the idea. If he started growing his beard out NOW, he wouldn’t even NEED to wear a fake one next Christmas.
However, Himself is having none of it.
“Perfect? Perfect?! Because I’m old, fat and bald?!?!”
“Think of the CHILDREN”, I beg.
“Old. Fat. AND bald.” he grumbles.
He is NOT amused.
I, however, am planning a lucrative second career for him.
It is a small step from fairy godmother to Mrs. Claus. 🙂