Christmas Vacation

“I’m bored, there’s nothing to do.”

“Are you kidding me? We’ve been working our pointy little ears off for twelve months and three weeks. Three hundred and fifty six and a quarter days to be exact. We’ve made about a gazillion toys, filled up what feels like almost as many sacks, got the sleigh loaded and joined in the festivities as they hit the skies earlier today. Now we get the next week off and you’re complaining that there’s nothing to do? Nothing is exactly what we should be doing.”

“But it’s boring.”

“Yeah, I suppose it is. All I know is making toys. It’s what I do; what we do. And it’s all we want to do. I guess we could get a head start on new ideas for next year. Get ready for the big day after New Year’s Day schedule and planning meeting. Want to do that?”

“Nah, that’s boring too. I don’t want to work, but I don’t want to do nothing either.”

“We could go watch the radar, see where he is. It’s playing on the new sixty-inch flat screen this year.”

“Boring. Done that at least a thousand times. Nothing ever changes. The route is the route.”

“But it might be fun to see how Billy Marshall responds to coal in his sock this year.”

“Yeah, and Sally Johnson too, she’s going to cringe when she realizes we saw her stealing candy. Bet she’ll be perfect next year.”

“You know, we could go check it out for ourselves, there is that old sleigh he keeps in the shed as backup. And there are some new reindeer in training, just in case.”

“But how do we know where to go? We don’t know the route.”

“Maybe not, but the old GPS does.”