I’m not sure if I’m totally ready to get into this whole Santa thing. Does that make me a Scrooge? Trying to start the tale of this big man, that comes down the chimney, bringing presents with flying reindeer, all in one night? I guess I’m so rational it just seems so silly. And yet, I’ve been trying to explain it to Stella as we read all the Christmas books that my mom handed down from her classroom to us this year. I’m not sure if she gets it or not. She recognizes the image, as she points out “Santas” and “snowmen” on people’s flags, porches, etc on our neighborhood walks. (Although I’m still sure the concept of snow is completely foreign to her. We really need to go camping, at least for one night, where there is snow this holiday).
She is, however, all about the ideas of the Christmas season – or well, more specifically, the stuff. Like our Christmas tree – which we picked up this weekend at the local farm and the Christmas lights, which she insists on turning on each evening. The tree has also become a spot where she likes to hide her stuffed animals. There is now a permanent hole in the needles about a foot up from the floor where bunny and puppy get put each evening to “take a nap in the forest.” Go figure. Steve reminded me last night that I should get “all precious” about the Christmas tree anymore. “It’s not for you,” he instructed wisely. And he’s right.
Yesterday, we made sugar cookies, because I figured that’s what we’re also supposed to do, even though I knew that the sugar dough, the red/green sprinkles and the icing would jack her up on a sugar high like she has never seen. (It’s not that we don’t eat sugar around here – we made lemon ice all summer, we occasionally go out for burgers, fries and milkshakes – but her weekly sugar intake consists of fruit and that’s about it. Nonetheless, Stella had a FABULOUS time making the dough, which I smartly planned right before nap time so that she understood it had to chill in the fridge while she was sleeping, and then cutting out shapes. My biologist neighbor passed along some cookie cutters last year and we made lots of Christmas frogs and fish, because you know, there of course have to be Christmas frogs, right? And we used some gingerbread boy/girl cutters that my mom passed on to us.
Quote of the night? “Mommy? Is that the little girl’s vagina?” Um no Stella, that’s the end of her dress and those are the tops of her shoes.
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Traditions....starting traditions in your own family is VERY important be they a tree, tree lights, baking cookies, etc. Just because you may not be into the whole Santa thing doesn't mean....and you know what I am about to say, so, yes, it's not about the adults in the room. it's about the kids. Always remember that.
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