I'm splitting "camp commuting" with a neighbor.
Her kids are in a program with my two.
We get to minimize a little labor,
And I hear things I hadn't, hitherto.
The daughter of the neighbor lost a tooth.
She didn't tell her mom - she felt suspicious.
She thought she'd just investigate the truth
(She isn't one for being superstitious),
And put it in the customary place.
She went to sleep. Now I think this is funny,
'Cause I can see th'expression on her face:
She woke up, and there wasn't any money.
And now she's telling ev'ryone she knows,
And smashing up the myths we love the most.
I thought: she'll really keep me on my toes,
The way she turned that fairy into toast.
This afternoon her brother took the lance,
And set his eye on Santa. I was driving,
And let him prattle on. He grabbed his chance,
Made certain there'd be no one left surviving,
And Santa and the Easter Bunny fell.
("They're just a story certain parents tell.")
It all went by so fast. When he was done,
There wasn't any doubt for anyone --
But Santa'd had a pretty decent run.