A Liar’s Christmas

I have a funny story that is very, very slightly related to this.

Thomas Nast lived in Morristown, New Jersey, and was good friends with Mark Twain. His house is a historical site.
My grandparents actually lived in Nast’s old house in Morristown, and its where my father and aunts and uncles grew up. They gave tours of the house, and there are stories about them finding secret unseen drawings and things lying around. My father’s childhood bedroom was where Mark Twain stayed when he visited.
Any way, my favorite story that my dad used to tell me about his childhood took place in that house. The third grade class of the local elementary school usually had a tour of the house, led by my grandmother, as a field trip. So when my dad was in 3rd grade he walked to school, then got bussed back to his own home for a field trip. Since he and his friends had obviously been to the house many times, they decided to skip out on the tour and went off on their own. After a little while the teacher noticed that she had some students missing and started to worry. They searched the whole house for the missing children and found them, drum roll, in my father’s bedroom hanging out. The teacher yelled at him and he got in trouble with the school for leaving a field trip, in his own home, because they said it was dangerous.

So that’s my Santa related story. Thought I would share.