I had something silly and a bit snarky to talk about today, but then I had to take all the ornaments off the tree so we could start over with the lights. I finally understand how lights make people insane. We have this ornament that is a long tube, about the length of a half piece of paper, and it says "Letters To Santa" on it. We write our lists to Santa the week before Christmas, roll them up and stick them in that tube, and shortly after Santa swings by in the middle of the night and grabs them. It's awesome
. I took that ornament off the tree tonight and peeked inside, and there was something in it already.
I took the paper out, unfolded it, and saw this:
Behind that was another sheet of paper:
That says, "Dear Santa I have been verry good and I hope I have a verry good Christmas. Love, 2of3
PS: Do kids right to you?"
My 8 year old, my child who cannot go more than 45 seconds without asking for gum or milk or a back scratch, wrote his own letter to Santa and asked for NOTHING. He asked for a good Christmas. Not Hot Wheels, not skateboards, not video games, just a good Christmas. And then he gave Santa a gift.
This is me, speechless. And very much so in love.