Christmas was a whole new adventure this year, now that my little boy is old enough to be fully aware of Santa Claus, or more fittingly, the man who gives presents.
It started when we thought it would be okay to put the presents we had already received under tree. Of course, my son immediately spotted them and exclaimed, “Presents!”
With a coy glance to my husband, I thoughtfully explained, “Yes, these are gifts from Grandma and Grandpa and your aunt and uncle. They give gifts, too, for Christmas.”
“Okay.” [Pause.] “They’re from Santa! Santa came!”
“No, these are from your family.”
“Presents from Santa. Yaaaah!”
And in just five seconds, I realized presents = Santa. Let’s not overcomplicate it.
“Yes, you’re right. They’re from Santa.”
After wave one of gifts, my son set his sights on the next round of gift giving, talking eagerly about Christmas and Santa arriving with his sleigh. I wondered what he was