One born every minute…

A sucker, that is.  And I am the sucker of the minute.  So, apparently, the turtle species native to the North Pole is the European Pond turtle.  And apparently, Santa does indeed deliver live pets.  

I could not figure out a way to look my sweet daughter in the face on Christmas morning and explain that Santa lied about bringing her a real turtle.  Or try to explain that even though she is the best kid, and definitely on the “nice” list, that Santa was full of *%&^ when he said because she was so good that he would bring her a real turtle. 

Everyone I know tried to help explain to my Bean that Santa could not deliver real pets.  Even Bean’s awesome doctor put her best serious doctor face on and explained to her that there wasn’t room on the sleigh for real pets.

But my Bean would look them straight in the eye and say “But he said he would.”

So lo and behold, a Christmas miracle indeed happened in our living room yesterday morning.  Santa left a real turtle for my sweet daughter.  And she is SO happy.  She really didn’t even want any of her other gifts.  She must have said a hundred times how this was the best Christmas ever.  

I guess that mall Santa may just be a little magic afterall.