Happy Birthday Dear Santa

I was sitting on my couch watching The Amazing Race (I DVRed it because I couldn't watch it last night) this morning. All of a sudden this awful smell hits my nose. What in the world is that?? It smells like something died! I stand up and slowly start wandering around the room sniffing here and sniffing there, trying to find a scent trail to track down whatever was causing the horrific odor.

As I headed for the side of my couch the smell got a little stronger and a little stronger. I peeked around and saw a green, child-sized glass sitting back in the corner off to the side of the couch. h, oh. This can't be good! I pulled it out and WHEH!! It was S-T-I-N-K-Y!! It was a glass of old, solidified milk. I have absolutely no idea how long it had been there. Long enough that the liquid had turned to a solid and the smell was strong enough that it was stinking up the entire room. I knew exactly whose it was too. (My children are assigned a color for their glasses. Green=Evan!!) So, I took a deep breath and ran it into the kitchen and washed it down the sink.

I decide if I didn't want to gag and lose my breakfast all over the place I should probably light a candle to help cover the putrid smell of death. So, I did.

I left the room and was in doing some laundry and heard faint singing coming from my living room. Was that my children? What were they singing? I stuck my head around the corner so I could hear a little better. It was all three of my older children. They were singing Happy Birthday. I thought it a little odd because it isn't anyone's birthday. Oh well. They can be pretty weird sometimes, so I just went on with my business.

When I went back into the living room I noticed that the candle was out. Hmmm, odd. Well, because I have 4 small children and am running on very little sleep and my brain has turned to mush I didn't put two and two together. I thought it was strange that the candle was out, but I just lit it again and went back to cleaning.

Evan came up to me and asked me if we were having cake. I told him no. He whined for about 3 seconds and than ran back into the room he had come out of.

A few minutes later I hear my children singing again.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday dear Santa.
Happy birthday to you.

Santa?? I laughed to myself. Gee, they aren't ready for Christmas yet, are they?? So I walked back into the room to tease them about singing to Santa just in time to see Kyle blowing out the candle I had re-lit! Suddenly it all made sense!

I guess from a child's perspective a lit candle = singing and birthday cake!!

My only question is, why Santa?!?