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All I Want For Christmas...


 

Christmas time is such a fun season.  I love focusing on the birth of Jesus with the kids and recognizing the true reason for celebrating.  I also relish the magical part of the season that gives so much life to our kids' imaginations and innocents.  They are always precious, but I feel it even more so this time of year.  

Even our oldest hasn't completely given up on Santa, although he has a lot more questions having been around classmates and friends who coolly deny the existence of Santa or Christmas magic.  We know it can't last forever, but I'm going to milk it for at least one more season.  He is still more or less on board.  I think he wants it to be real, so he doesn't dig too deep.  Consequently, he and his siblings were all excited for a trip to meet Santa and Mrs. Claus last weekend.  I was excited too.  I love their reactions, and last year Carter was too sick to go, so this was her first opportunity to meet Santa face to face.  

The trip didn't disappoint, although the boys and I agreed that Santa's helper was standing in for the real guy.  This Santa had a fake beard.  Last year, they determined, they saw the real Santa (despite him having to take a call about a burst water pipe in the middle of their visit - I guess it was real cold at the North Pole last year).  

When it was our turn to talk to Santa, Carter ran straight up to him and gave him a big hug.  Sawyer, who hung back initially, was also convinced to give him a hug.  Both Santa and Mrs. Claus were very enthusiastic and kind to all the kids.  

Then came the big question, "What do you want for Christmas?"  

After hearing the boy's Christmas list full of weaponry in the car, I was relieved when Fischer replied, "A camera."  

Next it was Carter's turn, "A hotdog gun!" She shouted, ever the comedian.  Santa raised his eyebrows and turned to Emerson, "And what would you like?"

"A pink gun!"

Santa looked at Ross and I, and I immediately knew we'd be getting coal this year.    

But the kids looked cute.      

  

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