So I've been busy writing (39000 at present), and doing the Christmas shopping thing (mostly online, but there's been a trip or two to the thrift shop in search of scraps of stuff). We're decorating today. I'll bake this afternoon. We prepared the boys for a more modest Christmas this year, and they took it in stride. However I still managed to find one requested item each, which was more than I expected to find. They've been given orders to make things for one another. Sam immediately got into the spirit of this (but, then, Sam is the one who's kept track of other people's birthdays since he was five). The other three are a little harder to inspire, but they're getting with it.
All in all, it's shaping into a good holiday. The boys are all growing older so there's not so much of that little kid anticipation going on and I kind of miss that. Okay, I miss that a lot. I miss Santa Claus. There. I've said it.
(I do believe . . . I do believe . . . I do believe . . .)
You might remember two years ago when Gary broke the news to Sam that there was no Santa and we found out that he'd actually been shielding us from the truth for quite some time. This is probably one of the best examples of the kind of person he is. Sometimes I wonder though, what he's missing out on being such an organized, logical thinker.
A real life conversation with my eleven year old:
Me: Sam, they're having a Christmas Parade in Cassville tonight and Daniel and Jeremiah are going, do you want to go too?
Sam: Let me think about it.
Me: So do you want to go or not?
Me (surprised): Why not?
Sam: I guess I just don't see the point.
Sam: The point of standing out in the cold and the dark and watching a bunch people and stuff go by.
Me: Uhh. Because it's fun?
Sam: It doesn't sound like fun. It sounds cold. And kind of boring.
Dear Lord, what have I done?