Princess A is home :-)
D and M have survived finals...minus the anticipated sleepless nights of D's nerves.
I made another appearance in the annual Reindeer Relay.
King Ralph and Princess A popped into to see me at the peek of my athleticism. The volume of 865 holiday party anticipating children ready to digest mondo amounts of sugared treats was deafening to them. I am immune to it.
Some will try to dispute the final outcome but there is no doubt as to who the 2009 Reindeer Relay champions were--the "Vixens!" Sure the principal, a vixen, made it on the naughty list first and her shoes were not exactly relay worthy but we finished first. We might have cheated a bit by grabbing more than one toy at a time. We were team players through the whole relay despite the fact that I was moved from the nice to naughty list for running (a clear violation of the relay rules) to which I say, someone needs to see me run to know I was just walking in a brisk manner, not to mention what kind of a relay is it when you can't run. I mean really people have you seen reindeers who spend their Christmas Eve walking house to house? No they fly...like a bat out of hell; or in the case of Christmas, the North Pole. The fact that the first three names on that naughty list are Vixens is clearly a display of jealousy. I can't even begin to think to comment on all those ridiculous check marks that follow are names. Check marks, smeck marks!
Tis' the season to feel great about being on the winning reindeer team. This calls for a round of nog for everyone.