THE BIG RACE

We all were in training, pumping the muscle--fist to mouth with loads of sugared candy treats all week all day.  It's how Santa prepares to pull his sleigh...that jolly ole' elf knows a few things about speed so we took our pointers from him.  The big race was both exciting and sad; as it was the final Truman Reindeer Relay (next year Truman returns to a middle school).  To get the teams all reved up we were sung by a chorus of 860 screaming, ear drum piercing, joyful kids with this song:

The best team of course, without a doubt, was the Vixens. We stand to correct anyone who dares to challenge the claim. Whatever it is you may hear on the streets we were not cheaters.  We played fair and by the rules our own rules, collecting only one "present" at a time. The bag of coal we received for a prize was undoubtedly a prize of jealousy.  Look at us, who wouldn't feel threatened, we exude that vixen spirit and a ton of athleticism.

Now I know all you smarty pants out there are saying hey a vixen is a female fox so how did you get stuck with a dude on a team titled for the hot and luscious reindeer type?  Well, let me teach you a little something about having a trick up the ole' sleeve...a male fox is called a dog and that Vice Principal not only dons the elf costume like no one else can but he can run that wood floor gym like an Alaskan Malamute.  Besides being a "fox" knows no gender.  Wink, wink.

And so I present to you the highlights in a photographic story line.

The whistle blew and they were off...

then I lost balance on the shotty scooter they try to pass off as a Santa sleigh...

 

 Dr. Todd the VP and Vixen Rachel show the rest of the reindeers
how to style while racing--

elf suit for one and Coach furry boats for another...

Vixen Barb and I take a second run on the course

 to collect just three one of Santa's gifts...

anyone have a rubber chicken on their Christmas list?

Some crazy third and fourth grade teachers, who shall remain unnamed Jane and Teri  

will need to get an eye exam over the holidays...or quit playing favorites with the lists. 

Listing me first on this ridiculous display of envy is a big old pile of reindeer poop!...

what kind of relay requires walking not running? 

The bag of coal wasn't even worth photographing.

Scribes of the list I warn...don't close your eyes or turn your backs,

you never know who might be behind you.

Santa Claus!

Checking his list.

Checking it twice.

Gonna find the two who are naughty not nice.  

Commencing with a 16 day break. Aaaaahhh!

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Days till Christmas: 7

Days till we leave for the Tournament of Roses: 9

Days till I start freaking out on all I have left to do for Christmas: 0