a chat with father christmas.

harper: hi! i'm harper, and i want a sparkly princess cup. 

santa: a what, sweetie? 

harper: a sparkly princess cup.

{santa hands her a gift. harper opens it. it's a book.}

harper: {in the most confused and hushed voice} moooom? this isn't a sparkly princess cup. 

{insert a motherly explanation here about being a good girl and christmas day and all princess dreams coming true...} 

since then, you better believe mr & mrs clause have passed that important news onto their elves.