|In the running for the role of Yule Lads.|
Until the government of Iceland realized they were all dead.
|Type II Diabetes-Starring Eddie Murphy|
One child down, I told my wife I’d place a “Family Size” Snickers (if that family was the Klumps) in my son’s shoe.
The base’s apartments weren’t like the typical ones back in America. Everything was so small, I didn’t have room to walk around his bed. This being the case, I had to stretch clear across where he slept just to reach the windowsill.
As I neared his shoe, I heard a voice from out of the darkness, “That’s okay, Dad. You can turn on the light if you can’t see.”
Busted, I quickly dropped the candy into his shoe and departed without a word.
The next morning at breakfast, I asked my eleven year old about the night before.
“Oh, that,” he said with a wave of his hand, “I’m too old for that stuff anymore. I’ll tell you what, just save yourself the trouble and give me my present before I go to bed.”
Mildly depressed that my little boy was growing up, I said nothing as he headed off to school.
Before he walked through the door, he called over his shoulder, “Oh, hey, I left something for you and Mom on your nightstand. See you this afternoon.”
Shaking off my gloominess, I shuffled into my dollhouse bedroom and saw a piece of paper next to the alarm clock. It was my son’s Christmas list.
|What the frik is an iPod Docking Station?|
Maybe I should just give the Penwasser kid a potato.
At the bottom, he closed with, “Oh, yeah, just in case, Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad.”
Or, as they say in Iceland, “Gleδileg Jól.”
2014 Update: We returned from Iceland in 2005 (well, I returned in 2005. They returned in 2004. Sucks to be them that I knew my way home). Our son is a college graduate who now lives in Norfolk, Virginia. I guess he got tired of me skulking around in the middle of the night putting things in shoes. Our daughter is a college junior. She goes to school close enough that she can do her laundry here. She checks her shoes every time she comes home.