Daddy is Santa Real? |

Unwrapped Christmas gifts cover every inch of the kitchen table. Stuffed animals stacked on top of Barbie dolls stacked on top of puzzles stacked on top of Nintendo DS gadgets stacked on top of Dream Houses. There are too many to count. Lola, my daughter, sits on a chair in front of the table. I walk into the room with two rolls of wrapping paper under my arm, scissors, tape and some green and red bows.

“We’re gonna wrap these presents like Eminem and Snoop Dogg,” I say.

Lola slowly turns her head and gives me a motherly look, like I’m the eight-year-old who just told a fart joke. She deliberately blinks her eyes to add effect.

“That’s not funny,” she says.

“It’s a little funny,” I say.

“No. And who the heck is Snoop Dogg?”

“He’s a rap legend. Fo shizzle.”

“What?”

“Never mind, we have to wrap all of these gifts. Let’s start an assembly line.”

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