Our 10-year-old wrote a note to Santa last night.
Dear Santa, here are some treats for you and your reindeer. Merry Christmas!
We only had a few snowman-shaped half-cookies left, and I was adding the obligatory carrots to the platter for Rudolph and crew, when he put his hand on my arm to stop me. “Wait!” from such a serious face, “You need to wash them first!”
Then when no one was looking, he added to the note to address the broken cookies.
Sorry the heads got bitten off.
He’s right. Santa deserves better than half-eaten cookies and unwashed carrots. We’ll do better next year.