Santa: Where is my Remote Control Helicopter?

I saw Santa 3 times this Christmas. Every time I saw him I had the same request....all I wanted was a remote control flying helicopter (said exactly like that). Here is how the encounters went down.

Santa #1: the ward Christmas Party. I was finishing up my dinner when Santa came strolling through the gym. He handed me a candy cane and walked on. I started freaking out a little. I told my Mom that I needed to tell him I wanted a remote control flying helicopter. Mom said not to worry, I would get a chance to tell him sometime. No, I insisted, I needed to tell him NOW! Thankfully Santa did not leave, but was hanging out in one of the rooms outside the gym. I waited in line and when it was my turn confidently walked up to him and told him exactly what I wanted. He sat me on his lap, Mom snapped some pictures, and he asked me if I had been good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course I had. He handed me this little bag and I walked out the door with Mom. I looked in the bag and felt instant disappointment. I asked Mom "Where is my remote control flying helicopter?". My totally insensitive mother laughed. Evidently this Santa racket doesn't work on instant gratification. She told me I had to wait until Christmas day to see if Santa brought me what I wanted. Lame.

Santa #2: Fashion Island. Now this Santa looked legit. He was even sitting in his own little workshop. I thought this was for sure my chance. I insisted on going into see him. I once again waited in line then confidently walked up to him. I sat on his lap and clearly told him what I wanted "a remote control flying helicopter". Again we went through the picture bit and asking if I was a good boy. He handed me something and we were out the door. I looked down in anticipation to find.....a book. Are you kidding me? I asked Mom again where the helicopter was. My Mom was verging on hysterics this time when she explained how Santa apparently works.

Santa #3: Paga's House. We always spend Christmas Eve at Paga's house and I had a sneaking suspicion that Santa was going to make an appearance. I was telling all my cousins and aunts and uncles all night what I was hoping Santa was bringing me. The night went on, Christmas songs were sung, and as we were in the middle of Jingle Bells Santa made his appearance. This time he had a bag of presents with him. My chances looked very good. He pulled a box out and called my name. I rushed up and sat on his lap. I thanked him for the box, figuring he already knew from 2 previous visits exactly what I wanted.

You all may know how this story ends. I opened the box to find.....

blocks. Mind you there were tons of blocks and they made me totally forget the remote control flying helicopter for the night. I guess I would just have to wait for Christmas morning to see if the old bearded fat man would make my dreams come true!