Santa is kind of an asshole

Not every Santa. Mostly this one. See, I'm sitting here, the weekend before Christmas and I've done next to none of my Christmas shopping. For anyone. Ok, last week I managed to get the photobooks done and they arrived today. And that's about it. Part of the problem is that I was so busy at work, I haven't had time to shop. The other part of the problem is that, well, I'm kind of an asshole. Not intentionally. But really, as soon as the kids got Christmas on their brains they started asking for everything. Everything. Any commercial, any toy they saw when we were shopping, anything at all. I want that! they'd say. And after a while I had to tune it all out for my own sanity. Turns out I'm really good at tuning this stuff out. I managed to tune it out completely. I'm sitting here trying to figure out what the hell they wanted. And they told me a million times. Probably more than a million times!
So I take the direct approach and ask them. "What did you want Santa to bring you this year?"
Big Dog starts listing things. "I want the car with the big wheels that goes over everything."
Not ringing a bell, "Which one? I don't remember that one."
And he hits me with it. "Santa knows. You told me that you told him."
See, as I tuned them out my standard response became, "I'll tell Santa." Yep, it came right back to bite me in the ass.
"Well, he forgot."
And then I got a long but still fairly vague description of the cars and toys Big Dog wants. Can't say I know what any of them are, but I'm hoping they'll ring a bell when I hit the stores tomorrow.
Little Dog was no help either. I asked him what he wanted and he gave me one item. And it was made up. Gee, thanks.