Rosamunde Pilcher once wrote, “And the wicked thing is, that when we’re really upset, we always take it out on the people who are closest and whom we love the most.”  Asa, I owe you a big apology.  My behavior this past weekend was inexcusable.  I could blame it on my anxiety that the creepy Elf is watching my every move and reporting it all to Santa.  I could even say my behavior is the direct result of embarrassing myself in front of Santa last weekend.  Heck, maybe I should blame it on Mother Nature’s extreme weather swings from below freezing on Friday to unseasonably warm on Sunday.  But I won’t.  There’s no excuse for me being a jerk to you.

I’m sorry I stole your treat that Grandma bought for you.  I know you don’t like to gulp treats down fast and that you prefer to savor and enjoy each bite.  I’m sorry I denied you that pleasure.  Also, I’m sorry I destroyed the bacon scented squeaky ball that Babci gave you for your birthday.  I was upset I never got to ask Santa for my own ball.  But I should have known you’re always willing to share your toys with me.  Now neither of us can play with it.  I’m sorry.  Please forgive me.

Asa’s Response: Chuck Billy I will always forgive you!  After all Christmas is the season of Peace and Love.  Besides, I understand the Holidays can be stressful for you, especially considering your track record with Santa and always being on the naughty list.

Chuck Billy: Awesome!  Now can you help me retrieve the surveillance photos the Elf on the Shelf took of me stealing your treat, before he gives them to Santa?  Then help me bury the broken ball in the snow before Santa sees it?  Thanks Asa, you’re the best brother!