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Christmas Lists

So we don't typically have our kids write down Christmas lists per se.  We do ask them what they might like and let them know that whatever they say are just suggestions and Santa gets to choose what to give them.  This year for some reason unbeknownst to Taylor or myself Destry asked Taylor to make a list in ranking order.  Well the list is amusing to say the least and worth a blog post.  This is his list:   (parenthetical statements were added by me).
Lego space center

Tippmann chronos tactical paintball marker (paintball gun)

nexus7 (tablet)

nexus5 (cell phone)

Dewalt power drill

sand blaster

large outdoor rc plane

outdoor rc heli

syma g3 Chinook

gallium (what!)

iron powder (????)

sulfur (are you kidding me?!)



Destry suggested we put some coal in his stocking and tell him he got some carbon.  Taylor is not really a kid that usually asks for a lot, and he knows not to expect everything on here, but I thought his choice of requests were unique and creative for a 13 year old boy.  He also wants a solar panel that he can use to power the lights and outlets in his room so he is "off the grid."  Lucky for him he has a birthday eleven days before Christmas.

Spencer got an expensive shot gun for his birthday and knows that that is also his Christmas, so he is requesting a 10 lb. bag of wintergreen lifesavers.  Fat chance!  He is growing and will most likely get clothes, every boy's dream, right?

Emma would like a SoniCare toothbrush--my practical girl.

Estelle and Sarah want American Girl dolls.  

We will have to wait and see what Santa delivers, but I think everyone will be quite happy.
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