Christmas

About one week before Christmas I overheard Karina telling someone that Santa was bringing her a bowling ball.  A bowling ball? That was the first that I had heard about it.  Pretty soon that was all we heard about was the ball Santa was going to bring her. She had participated in Special Olympics bowling which ended the first of December and I guess she was tired of using the not-so-good bowling alley balls. (Plus, a lot ot the athletes had their own bowling bags with balls and shoes in them and she might have been a little jealous). Karina absolutely loves Santa so I did not want to dissappoint her.  If you are familiar with the movie "Elf" then you will know the part when buddy sees Santa and yells out with great enthusiasm,  "It's Santa. It's Santa."  That is how she feels about Santa. 
It was too late to order her a ball so I hit the thrift stores but couldn't find anything.  I called Demaree and asked her to check a couple of the thrift stores by her.  She called and was very excited to tell me that she found a ball that came with a bag.  It was  a Shrek ball and the bag has Shrek and Shark Tale things on it.  Karina was so excited that Santa gave her a bowling ball.
The rest of the story:   Everyday that Carol (her hab person) picks her up Karina has to take her bowling bag with the ball in it just in case they go bowling. I have promised her that we will go bowling but so far it hasn't worked out.  The bowling bag sits by the front door waiting for us to go bowling. Also, Demaree looked on line and evidently Karina's ball is a collector's item and is worth a whole lot more than the $10 we paid for it.
ORANGES:
I was so proud of myselt that I had things under control for Christmas and that I did not need to make any runs to the store on Christmas Eve day.  On Christmas Eve Karina was looking at our stockings and said that Santa brings oranges for the stockings.  Oranges!!! We did not have an orange in the house and I realized that, yes, Santa had always brought oranges before so I ended up going to the store on Christmas Eve to buy oranges.  (it is very rare for her to vocalize what she needs or wants or likes so when  she does we try to accomodate her).  The oranges were terrible and I refused to pay money for any of them so Santa brought Little Cuties instead. When she looked in her stocking on Christmas morning, the first thing she said was "Santa brought me some oranges!". Mission accomplished.