All of a sudden, he recognized Santa on a commercial on TV, and since then, it's been Santa this, Santa that.
The other day, Thomas was with me in Wal-Mart, and while we were checking out, he noticed Santa on their ad displays above the registers.
He freaked.
I mean, started pointing and screaming, "Santa Claus! Santa Claus!"
We got a few laughs.
So the other day, BT and I decided to go ahead and knock out the Santa picture trip.
Can I just tell you--ever since we mentioned it, this kid has been talking about meeting Santa non-stop. He even was ready, knowing that he would sit in Santa's lap, and tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas, then when the time came, and they were ready to take the picture, he practiced saying 'cheese!'
So yesterday, I picked him up from school, and told him that as soon as Daddy got home, we were going to meet Santa. "Meet Santa Claus? Meet Santa Claus???"
Yes, sweet boy. Meet Santa Claus. Then I made the mistake of telling him he would need to eat dinner a little quickly so we could go as soon as BT got home.
I have never seen him inhale macaroni and grapes as fast as he did last night.
Well, he got a little star struck. No tears, which was great, but this boy was so enamored, so star struck, he could barely muster a smile. It was definitely his excited/shy face. I know it well.
You see, yesterday was a really rough day for me. It started when I was driving to work, on the cool, dreary, rainy day. And I thought to myself, 'this weather is exactly like the day Kathryn was born.'
And that's all it took. The tears flowed off and on all day after that.
Even when good friends asked what they could do, there was nothing to say but nothing at all.
Sometimes, there's just nothing to do, and I just have to do it on my own.
But Santa, like many times before, he made it a little better. My son made it a little better. We walked through the winter wonderland, I watched him marvel over the massive Christmas tree, the fish, and the pretend presents. We sat together inside the treehouse, all three of us, as a family...
Sometimes it takes forcing yourself into the magic of the possibility and make believe to just forget it all, even for a little while, on a regular rainy Tuesday night...
And then, well, everything just starts to feel okay again.
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