It’s your second Christmas, but I really consider it your first because you were too young to grasp the concept of it last year. As such, we exposed you to it all this year.
There was Santa Claus, who you’re cool with, but not his house. “Santa house scary,” you said with your arms wrapped around your mother’s leg. After some coaxing, you did creep up to the doorway and offered a high five, which Santa obliged.
There was a live Christmas tree complete with lights and ornaments that popped up on Christmas Eve. If you’re wondering how, there’s a conspicuous trail of pine needles and branches that will lead you to the meeting room in your dad’s office which is now a lot less merrier.
There was the Christmas music, which you karaoked to. Armed with your jingle bell shaker, you would belt out your rendition of Jingle Bells for anyone who would listen. That was sort of the only Christmas song you learned this year, but you championed it as well as anyone could!
Then there was the Thomas the Tank Engine advent calendar which had the multi-function purpose of giving you something you enjoy, bribing you to use the potty, and teaching you patience in opening one a day. The only downside is our house is now infested with 24 mini Thomas the Tank Engines.
And of course, there was the big day itself – opening your presents on Christmas. This time of year is obviously ripe with gifts, with you doing more the receiving than giving. We actually started letting you open one present a day from the 22nd because there were just so many from our family and friends, and we figured you would appreciate each present a bit more if you weren’t all of a sudden inundated with toys. We could be wrong, but that’s what it was this year.
Merry Christmas to you.