This is the first year the kids "get" Christmas. (And, by "getting" Christmas, I would be referring to the commercial, Santa Claus-Rudolf-elves version of Christmas, not the birth of Christ.)
Anyway, they understand that Santa has a list of who's naughty and nice and delivers gifts accordingly.
You have no idea the power of Santa. He means so much more than the threat of a time out. I learned this first hand last night when Mercer was in full "spin-out" mode and refusing to put on her jammies after bath time.
I was getting a little exasperated and ready to trot out the old, "Honey, you don't want a time out do you?" when she suddenly stopped, looked at me, and said, "Santa is watching."
She immediately sat in my lap and got her jammies on.
Santa is watching, people.
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