What Christmas Means to Me.


Christmas is a special time.He's Scary.

It’s an opportunity to slow down (actually speed up) and spend time with friends and family.

The holidays mean carols, lights, church, Santa Claus, and snow (and don’t forget holiday sales… items slashed 20%… until the day after Christmas when prices will be slashed 99%).

But to me, Christmas means something else.

The Grinch.

That guy scared the bejeebies out of me when I was a kid.

And I’m not to proud to admit he still does.

I never make it through a Christmas season without seeing that thing in my dreams (nightmares).

To this day I find this male humanoid creature with bright green fur, scrawny limbs, a round midsection, and a foul grimace CREEPY (the previous sentence brought to you by Wikipedia… expect for the word creepy… I added that).

It’s possible I am the only person who was scarred by this “cartoon”.

But I doubt it.

Merry Christmas everybody!

Except to you Mr. Grinch.  You are a mean one.

If he wasn’t scary enough, he was also mean to his dog Max… so Buddy the Dog also hates him.

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Santa’s Cover Seems to be Safe on the 2nd Grade Playground.


As I head into the holiday season, I ask myself one question.

No, it isn’t “Will I survive?” And no it isn’t “When can I pull the trigger on the first of what is sure to be many snow days” (by the way the correct answers are Probably and Soon).

It is the age old question, “Will Santa Claus be stopping by our house on Christmas Eve?”Undercover Santa.

Sure, we will have a tree, decorations, presents, and even possibly holiday cheer (depending on how the rest of 1st semester goes at school).

But will Santa show up?

I really want to know, because if there is one thing I hate it is the unexpected drop-in.

If we are going to have a guest, there are several items that need to be addressed.

Do we need to make cookies?

Buy some milk?

Should we straighten up the house?

Will Dad freeze to death making… I mean looking for reindeer tracks in the yard at roughly 1:00 am?

The little kid who lives with us hasn’t said anything to the contrary. She hasn’t even hinted that he might not be coming this year.

Last year I was sure she would say something. I expected some sort of indication on the subject in the last 12 months.

I really expected it to come out of the blue when I was least expecting it. I tried to prepare myself, but I knew I would still be woefully underprepared when it happened.

Yet, nothing. No questions. No comments. No asking to Google Santa’s whereabouts.

Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch.

I’m shocked. If I woke up tomorrow with my head sewn to the carpet, I wouldn’t be more surprised than I am now (my first and surely not the last holiday reference to the great Clark Griswold).

Don’t 2nd graders talk? Gossip? Surely they swap stories on the playground.

Isn’t there at least one 7 year old with an angry junior high brother who wants to ruin the season for them?

Is there a chance our family could go another year? Maybe even forever?

Maybe it is more complicated than I realize.

Does she know, but doesn’t want to disappoint her parents?

Has she gotten the news on the street, but doesn’t want to believe it?

Is she waiting for me to say something?

So many questions and so few answers.

As you can tell, like always, I am confused.

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Santa Claus Came to School Today.


Santa Even Brought Rudolph.As the title of this blog hints (very subtle don’t you think), Santa came to school today.

He showed up right on time for school. No fake notes from a doctor, or weak excuses about being sick from a parent (or grandparent, significant other, or neighbor).

He didn’t sleep in and arrive to 1st hour 20 minutes late just because he had a game last night.

He didn’t have the bass on his car stereo cranked up to the setting labeled- “scare the old lady across the street so she calls the high school office and complains”.

He didn’t squeal his tires or drive too fast in the parking lot.

He didn’t leave the front door of the school open so that all of the cold air comes rushing inside.

He didn’t leave his hat on as he came down the hallway (he is surprisingly polite).

He didn’t walk right in between two teachers trying to hold a conversation (again polite).

He didn’t need to leave the classroom every 3 minutes to use the restroom.

He didn’t show up with his homework only half completed.

He wasn’t difficult at lunch or at recess.

He didn’t have a problem keeping his hands to himself, slamming his locker, or pushing in line at the water fountain. No bumping into his buddies as they walk down the hall.

He didn’t forget to bring those papers to the office that we sent home so mom and dad could sign.

He didn’t speak in class before raising his hand.

He didn’t act rudely or speak poorly to other students.

He wasn’t difficult with the subs and he didn’t try to tell them his name was U.R. Gross, Seymour Butts, or Jim Shoes.

And most importantly he remembered to turn his cell phone off so that it didn’t ring in class.

Actually, he didn’t do anything wrong all day. Santa was a model student. If every student acted like him, all administrators would soon be unemployed.

The only thing Santa Claus really did (besides everything right), was take one long look at the teachers, janitors, cooks, secretaries, administrators, and everyone else I just forgot to mention and shake his head.

He asked if he could address the entire group. I agreed even though a fat, old guy in a red suit in school seems a little odd to me. (Anyone who spends that much time with deer and elves kind of gives me the creeps.)

But who am I to judge?

We were all on the edge of our seats as he began to speak.

He said, “You look worn out, tired, exhausted, mentally fatigued, and just maybe you all are on your last ounce of patience.” He is a very perceptive man. I couldn’t have agreed with him more.

Then he said, “Why do PE teachers wear shorts in the winter?” I had no explanation for him. But I am getting off the subject.

Then he announced that the best present he could give us was the next two weeks off. We get to spend the time with our families and not supervising hallways, lunchrooms, games, or going to meetings.

I love Santa, although would it kill him to throw a winning lottery ticket my way?

So, as I begin my break, the staff of PrincipalsPage.com (me) would like to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah or Kwanzaa, and most importantly a very enjoyable Festivus (a holiday for the rest of us).

Now it is time for the airing of the grievances (Google it or click on Festivus for a more in depth explanation).

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