Eric and I have been maniacs trying to get everything done ahead of time this holiday season. I wanted to enjoy December and make sure to have time and energy for Matilda's birthday. Our house is completely decorated for Christmas and all of our presents are purchased, wrapped, and under the tree downstairs.
I see Sam every day - we live together, in fact - so why did I completely forget about him during all of this planning? He's so excited for Christmas he's going to explode. He can't handle looking at the presents under the tree and knowing some of them are for him. He is in a constant state of almost jumping out of his skin. Every time I start to go downstairs - EVERY time - Sam leaps to his feet. "NOW it's Christmas??" he asks.
This morning Matilda was crabby about something or another. Sam knelt down in front of her. "Tidda," he said. "Tidda, it's almost Christmas! Tidda, Santa is coming. Santa! Yes! Christmas is coming and Santa is coming!"
(I don't know where this Santa stuff is coming from. He gets more from books and movies than I realize. We don't "do" Santa in our house other than acknowledging that he is a very fun part of many holiday stories.)
And so begins what will be the longest 25 days of my life.
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Maybe he'll understand after you start the Advent Calendar? And you have to make cookies and other "coming" tradtitions before the Christmas Day.
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