Whellp, got the post christmas blues. We found out that santa does not exist after all. Why? The spiffy genuine John Deere grease gun that we were wishing for, never showed up. We left hot chocolate and a box of cookies out there with a note. We couldn't help it because the garage has no heat and the quart of hot chocolate inside my favorite plastic coffee cup, with a red nose and antlers attached iced over: and we are sorry that the mice at all the cookies. And, although we didn't bother with the trouble of putting up a christmas tree, we did leave all the lights on in the house to let him know someone lived here and help chase off any monsters. We also added that he should be careful while in the garage as there is a lot of stuff laying around, and because it's dark, might not be able to see, and trip and fall.
From what we have read and heard about, everybody else in this world got what they wished for: Why not us?