Yesterday we started our Advent activities by writing letters to Santa. It was really a great time. I am aware of what Advent means. I’ve already been schooled on the real meaning of Christmas by my three year old. But we’re allowed to have fun and participate in/make our own traditions. So, letter writing it was.
The boys were excited to open the envelope.
I gave them each a sheet of paper. If I was awesome, I would have had Christmas themed paper, but I started my day at 3:50am yesterday when FireDad was called out on a fire. I couldn’t get back to sleep. I’m lucky I was functioning enough to remember to open the first envelope!
I helped LittleBrother write his letter.
“Santa, I want a fire truck and an orange car.”
Someday these kids will realize that they can ask for “big” things. Anyway, he’s also getting the magical gift of a new bed on Christmas morning. I love that magic moment. I can still see my little brother’s face that Christmas morning years ago. And, by far, BigBrother’s awe of Santa’s amazing magic that Christmas morning is my favorite Christmas memory thus far.
BigBrother’s letter is equally small, but awesome like he is.
“Santa, I want a Lightning McQueen monster truck.”
I will ignore the fact that my oldest son only asked for one gift that is less than $20 (which I didn’t know really existed for two weeks after he started asking for it and was beginning to panic about how I would make his Christmas wish come true until I finally looked on Amazon yesterday afternoon) and instead focus on the fact that he wrote that letter all by himself. I dictated letters, though he helped with words he could sound out, but let’s face it, I know adults that can’t spell the word lightning properly. Also note the comma and period. Is it obvious his mama is an editor? (He wrote them himself, but I told him where they went.) Beyond my pride in that letter, he was proud. REALLY proud. Despite making leaps and bounds with reading, I don’t think he realized he could write like that.
He also wrote on the front of his envelope. And drew Santa. With a beard-goatee-thing.
After we finished, BigBrother asked me what Santa’s address is. I made something up out of thin air. He wanted the zip code. Oh dear. I made something up again, and I could tell he thought I was lying. Yikes. This morning, the envelopes were “mysteriously” missing from the table. BigBrother asked if I mailed them to Santa. I told him that I found the real address over night and mailed them to Santa in the North Pole. He seemed to accept that answer. Today we’re going to visit Santa at the mall. I hope BigBrother doesn’t ask Santa for his address.
The boys loved opening the first envelope. I won’t be detailing each and every activity we do this month (though I will share some), but I had to share that it was simply a success. LittleBrother is already excited that he gets to pull the paper out of the second envelope today.
I’m just excited to keep my chin up and shoulders back. I can do this.
[Psst: I'm participating in Picture the Holidays (by Tracey Clark) over on my photography blog. If you enjoy photography and need a challenge to keep your head on straight this month, I encourage you to sign up before the class closes on the 8th.)]