Further to that story, I mentioned to one of the girl's at work that I would be asking Santa for a pilot this year, she got angry at me and told me I wasn't allowed to ask God for stuff.
It was terribly confusing and rather than pointing out to her that I had no intention of asking God - I was asking SANTA! - I listened to her argument. Apparently you aren't allowed to ask God for anything because if you do and it happens then that means that you think you're a master of your own destiny ("But I AM!", I told her) and that's a bad thing. Ummm, they didn't teach us that at Catholic school...
The conversation ended with me shaking my head and saying "WTF?! I'm out."
Hours later I think I got what she meant, but seriously dude, when I say Santa, I mean Santa (and occasionally Santa also refers to Dad & Ruth, but in this instance Santa = Santa).
I'm still giggling about it all though... :-)
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