Imagination

When you don't get snow, you make up some. Living in the desert has its challenges. We will never get a white Christmas. But, armed with a bike helmet, rocket jammies, spiderman sandals, and some clear plastic cut into the shape of skis that are then cellophaned to said spiderman sandals... and a mop and a broom, you too can learn to ski in Dubai.


The other day, I found my almost-three year old wandering the apartment with a prayer rug draped over one shoulder. When asked what it was, he replied, "It's my toy sack, mama! I'm bringing presents!"

Ah. Santa. He pointed to a sheepskin procured at Ikea (yes, all up and coming countries have an Ikea. It's in the "How to Grow a Super Power in 25 Years or Less" manual). The sheepskin, it appears, was his sleigh.

"But i don't gots any reindeers, mama!" Thus, the rug behind on his sheepskin sleigh, being pulled by apatosauruses, ankilosauruses, a tyrannosaurus or two, and whatever other dinosaurs we could find.

Santa Claus, indeed!