Day 3 Mall Santa

Took my wee one to see Mall Santa. My pixie. My spirited child. My baby.

Day 2- White Christmas

Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it snow. How could I not mention the fabulous snow storm? But today's blog centers around the fat man in the red suit. White beard. Drives a sleigh. I never believed in Santa. I knew of him, just didn't think that he or his toy making elves applied to me. I believed in The Christkind- the baby Christ angel that flew in the window on Christmas Eve bringing gifts. In Austria and Switzerland, we always had a white Christmas. Our tree had real candles and sparklers. It was all very magical to me. I was 10 before I had any inkling that it was myth propagated by my family.
I feel that this is probably my last year with Santa. Marley is on to me. Part of me is ready to let it go. No darling, there is no Santa. Daddy works his ass off all year and mommy is the one that wraps all your gifts in coordinating paper. Santa nor Rudolph slept on the sidewalk of Target to get that Wii. The effort to support Santa and his magic can be exhausting. However, that first year that your babies actually get the whole Santa thing is something to behold. The pure uninhibited excitement is magical. The look in their little eyes when they race down the stairs and see that Santa actually brought presents- priceless. And of course the Santa threat is all powerful. Don't make me call Santa!

So this year, we'll hang on to the myth. And take lots of pictures.