Our town’s annual holiday festival/tree lighting/Santa arrival was this past weekend. It is guaranteed to be the coldest day of the year. This year, three days before the festival, it was 61. I thought we’d break the trend this year, but, sure enough, the temperature dropped about 25 degrees in 3 days, and we froze our behinds off.
The highlight, for the boy (2 years old now), though, was the arrival of Santa. You see, Santa, in our town, arrives via fire truck. The boy (a firetruck lover), had a front row seat and was thrilled to death. Now he gets excited whenever he sees a picture of Santa. Like, really excited.
Of course, I don’t think he gets excited at Santa, The Toy Bringer, but rather Santa, The Train Dude.
As for my daughter, she wants, and I quote, “Just two things [hold up two fingers here] for Christmas.” This of course is good and bad. Good, in that she isn’t getting greedy – she wants just two things for this to be the greatest Christmas ever! Bad, in that one of the things (Barbie Three Musketeers Castle) costs about $135, and she isn’t getting it. This, or course, translates not to Not Getting One of Her Gifts, but rather Not Getting 50% of Her Gifts!
Should be a fun Christmas morning…