I took the kids shopping this weekend. We had to go to Target to get pictures for Christmas and then we went up to the mall. When you are two and four, Christmas is the biggest thing in the world. When you are two and four, a month is an eternity, but two months, is a disaster. There was Santa in the center of the mall with a line of screaming kids a mile long. We looked at Santa for atleast 20 minutes. Three times. They were so upset that we couldn't go down and sit on his lap and Cameron was panicked because she hadn't made a list yet. It's only November. 14th. Seriously. Poor kids. The Christmas music, the decorations, the incessant talking about it on tv. What happened to Thanksgiving? No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't commercialize a holiday that's entire purpose was to reflect on the gifts God gave us as a nation, so we just skip that one. It's pretty sad.
Anyways, I told Cameron that we don't visit Santa until after Thanksgiving and she challenged me with the fact that all of the other brats in the Mall got to sit on his lap. I didn't have an answer to that except that their families must have different rules that ours. It's getting harder to be a good parent that always has the answers now that Cameron always has the question.
I am looking forward to Christmas in the worst way because the kids are going to absolutely love it. There's nothing better than when they're old enough to understand but young enough to be innocent to the whole Santa thing. Can you imagine the magic? It's hard for me to remember the excitement and the joy of it at that age. I won't sleep a wink that night I'll be so excited to watch them open their gifts. And it's only a month and a half away!
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