Christmas only comes after some serious preparation . . . and part of our preparation this year included the story of Santa Clause. Hunter picked up on this fun idea quickly after we told a few stories, read a couple books, and watched Handy Manny with his Tools rescue Santa's sleigh during a blizzard. :) He started pointing out Santas around town and would say, "Santa Twas bring me toys under tree, Trismas!" We thought it was adorable. (although my mom did have to reassure me that it was okay & to remember that he is only 2, when I asked him who's birthday we were celebrating on Christmas and he replied, "Santa Twas!" rather than Jesus . . .) But the funniest moment of season came one afternoon while I was upstairs cleaning the bathrooms and noticed the house had become quiet. I know too well that quiet often means my little man is into something, so I headed downstairs to investigate. Hunter met me at the bottom of the stairs with his Big Brown Eyes sparkling and full of excitement . . .
Hunter: "Mommy I show you!! I show you Mommy!
Me: "Show me what baby?"
Hunter: "Santa, Mommy - I show you!"
Me: "Santa? Yes, you better show me."
So he led me as fast as his little legs could move, back to our guest bedroom . . . and that's when I realized what this must be about . . . all the while he kept shouting,
"Yeah!! Santa Twas weft me pwesents! Yeah!!"
HAHAHA! When we got back to the bedroom he grabbed the toy he'd found (that had been 'hidden' in the closet) and kept saying, "Wook Mommy! Twuck, Twailer! I pway wif it Mommy, pwease? Santa Twas weft me pwesent! Pwease Mommy?"
It was seriously one of those moments where I wanted to fall over laughing but tried to hold it in, was scrambling for my camera so I could document how hilarious it was, and at the same time trying to figure out how to handle situation at hand.
After gaining control over myself, I explained to my funny little man that Santa would be bringing him presents, that they'd be under the tree, and that he can play with them but not until Christmas. He seemed to understand but insisted that the toy be placed under the tree right then to wait . . .
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.