Guess who got to see Lady GaGa recently in her Art Pop/Art Rave tour? My 10-year-old son went to her show at the Mohegan Sun Casino. All Beckett wanted for Christmas were tickets to a Lady GaGa concert. And Santa Claus came through.
But Santa was obviously too busy to consider the life situation of Beckett’s parents when he placed the holiday envelope with the concert tickets under the Christmas tree. So focused on my son’s prized gift, the great bearded one didn’t even realize the impact this present would have on Beckett’s parents.
What was Santa thinking, or drinking, when he got the tickets for Beckett? (Yes. I know I’m deflecting guilt.) Maybe he was packing a flask filled with vodka and Kahlua, and turning the milk left out with the cookies, into White Russians. Whatever the reason, Beckett’s tickets to the Lady GaGa concert created an unanticipated problem for Mom and Dad. Who was going to take Beckett to the show?
What was Santa thinking, or drinking, when he got the tickets for Beckett? (Yes. I know I’m deflecting guilt.) Maybe he was packing a flask filled with vodka and Kahlua, and turning the milk left out with the cookies, into White Russians. Whatever the reason, Beckett’s tickets to the Lady GaGa concert created an unanticipated problem for Mom and Dad. Who was going to take Beckett to the show?