Friday, December 12, 2014

flashback friday: simpler times

I miss all of this:

Friday, December 5, 2008 Dear Santa

At Costco, the Christmas season starts sometime just before Halloween. I find it amazingly irritating to listen to piped in carols and skirt past giant inflatable snowfamily menageries, especially when it's 80 degrees outside. It dampens the spirit of Christmas, this pressure to start shopping, get it done, buy more.

At home, the kids are bombarded with huge glossy catalogues and a constant barrage of tempting commercial promises. They always make a list for Santa that generally represents the toys promoted in whichever dozen commercials have been most recently viewed.

Next year my boy will be 10. This could be our last year for magic, the last year that his Christmas list will be submitted with the trembling hope of expectation and wonder, and the image of its recipient's careful consideration of each request.

You can see the care that my boy took care with his list this year. He handed this to me and said: "I don't expect to get everything on this". It is just so quintessentially him - and everychild.

My small heart grew three sizes that day.


MB said...

Love revisiting this sweetness! A giant empty box... xoxoxo

Me, You, or Ellie said...

He can just sit in his giant empty box, wearing his santa suit, draped in silver and gold, enjoying his foot long, inch wide candy cane.

Now *that* is what it's all about.


Beth said...

Gold and silver. That kills me. This is a list for the ages!!


mom said...

I love this Jacquie, almost as good as the year he requested mustaches..... love, mom