The Truth

For a few years now, Alex has been curious about the whole Santa thing. “Is he really real?” “How does he deliver so many toys?” “Do reindeer really fly?” “How does he MAKE everything?” “Does he really know when you are sleeping or awake? That’s creepy.”

My response has always been the exact same thing. Year after year, question after question:

“What do you think?”

And it works! Who knew that kids could be so easily tricked by simply asking what they think? “What do you think?” left Alex with the ability to keep believing, even though he had his doubts. He thought Santa probably didn’t actually know when he was sleeping, and he thought the toys were probably made in his toy workshop even though the same toys could be bought at any store. He thought Santa was real. The last few years, it totally worked.

“Mom. I was just remembering that time last year when I said I wanted a certain light saber and you told me, ‘maybe Santa got it!’ and then Santa did get it. I was thinking about that. And I want to know if maybe you got it and put it under the tree?”

“What do you think?”

“MOM. I’m asking you a question. Did you give me the toy?”

“…what do you think?”

Lather, rinse, repeat. I said “what do you think?” probably four or five more times as he asked me about this toy. I said, “what do you think?” when he blatantly asked me if Santa was real. I said, “what do you think?” when he asked if Santa was fake and again pressed on whether we give him presents and signed them as if they were from Santa. “What do you think, buddy?”

He got mad.

He told me I wasn’t answering his question. That he was asking me a yes or no question and that I was being mean and annoying and, “MOM! TELL ME! TELL ME THE TRUTH!”

So.

I told him.

Paris

“I’m a little sad. But it’s also really nice that you gave me all of those presents. This year, I’m going to ask who each Santa present is actually from so that I can thank them.”

I’m a little sad, too. Santa remained a Little Kid Thing. Alex’s belief kept him in Little Kid Land. He’s really growing up.

Cwimps-muhss, Oh My

This was Alex’s first Christmas, in many ways. While he has technically had two before this one, this was the first one he had the beginnings of understanding. He knew that it meant we got to bring a “tree? Inside!?” and that there would be presents for him. He knew that we would visit family and have the opportunity to “eat yummy tweats!” He also had some inkling that a man with a red hat would be bringing him gifts and that this man was named Santa.

Now, the whole Santa thing is probably the only thing Zach and I have a bit of a disagreement about. I’m not a fan of Santa, but we will be doing the Santa thing regardless of my feelings about it. This year was no exception, and Alex got a few presents from Santa under the tree.

Santa didn’t get the opportunity to give Alex very many “good” presents, and the ones that were there first thing in the morning for Alex to enjoy were not particularly well received.

Sitting in front of the tree, unwrapped, were two adorable stuffed animals. The kind of stuffed animals that you touch and can’t fathom how they got to be so amazingly soft. The kind of stuffed animals that are just perfect for cuddling.

When Alex saw them, he said, “Pooh and Tigger! Where’s Mickey? I want a Mickey.”

Whoops. I guess Santa didn’t get the memo that Tigger and Pooh are out and Mickey is in.

Christmas Morning

Fortunately, Alex received a Woody and Buzz from us that he is in love with, and life basically couldn’t be any better for a two year old. He runs around playing with them for the majority of the day, making them talk to each other and telling us all about their adventures:

Buzz: “To affinity…and be-onnnn!”

Woody: “You are a toy! You can’t fly!”

“Woody says, ‘howdy howdy howdy!'”

“Buzz has wings on! He can fly! Look, he can fly with Woody! Wooooosh!”

And he surprised us with this one, which I’m not sure is a part of the movie. And if it is a part of the movie, I wish he hadn’t picked it up. But if it isn’t a part of the movie, well…where did he pick it up?

Woody: “Buzz, you want a piece of me?”

Oh, My.

Woody!

Two Weeks From Yesterday

Christmas is coming, Christmas is coming!

I’m a huge dork. I love Christmas. I love the holiday season, the cheer it brings people, the gifts given and received, the time with family, the wine, the dressing up, the snow, the delicious food. I love going to stores (or, more often, Amazon.com) and browsing around thinking of all of the people in my life that I love, trying to find that perfect gift.

This year, money is particularly tight. As it is for just about everyone, I imagine. There will be no computers, cameras, designer jeans, DVD after DVD, video game systems or other fancy toys.

I have to admit: I don’t care. Sure, presents are wonderful. And sure, I love giving and getting really nice gifts. But what it’s really about is family. Real family, pseudo-family, whatever you consider family is family. It’s about spending time, quality time, with the ones you love.

And it’s about Santa hats. It’s definitely about Santa hats.

Christmas Photo (one of the many)