I think this says it all about our afternoon yesterday...
Dear Luke & Noah,
I’ve seen you fighting, I’ve heard you whining,
At the North pole, we’re worried & pining,
You’ve been on the nice list, up ‘til today,
Where Santa puts you now, I cannot say.
It makes me so sad to see your mother ask,
To be nice, kind, and put yourself last,
For these are things you should know,
Naughty or Nice – where will your name go?
Please be kind with brotherly love,
Santa & The Lord are watching from above.