Me: Hey Bram, what do you really want from Santa. What is the most special thing you can think of?
Bram: Santa knows. And Frisky (our elf on a shelf).
Bram: And Tessie Mayes really wants that baby stuff too, you know. I sure hope Santa brings it all. If not, she will sure be sad.
Great. Of course Tess is getting some baby paraphernalia. Lots of it. But apparently Bram is helping her write her list to Santa.
And Frisky and Santa are the only two privy to what he wants.
Yowzer. This is no good. I need specifics from my dude.
My mother tells the story of my brother trying so hard to explain to her what he wanted Santa to bring him. She would ask and try to pull details out of him, but he just couldn't explain this specific gift with his limited pre-school vocab. And this toy was the ONLY thing he was asking for.
Finally, one day she was trying to pry more deets about this specific toy and Bryan said, "Oh mom, don't worry about it, you will see it Christmas morning when Santa brings it."
Fortunately for my mother, she had Bryan explain it to my older cousin who was able to decipher his kiddo description.
This has ALWAYS been my favorite Santa story. Unfortunately, history seems to be repeating itself!