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Monday, December 25, 2006

Natale hilare et Annum Faustum!

The presents are wrapped and bagged, the stockings stuffed, and Santa's plate holds only artfully placed crumbs (nothing says Santa was here like crumbs). Visions of racetracks are still dancing in the head of the six-year-old, blissfully unaware that the day he has been counting down toward has arrived.

Six is the magic age for Christmas. Belief in Santa is in full force, egged on by the arrival of a letter from the man himself and reinforced by Mom who reminds him Santa is somehow always watching. His room has been perpetually clean, and he has been treating his sister like a princess, always aware of the omnipresence.

This Santa scheme is a fabulous idea. My parents didn't know what they were missing when they shunned the whole Santa phenomenon during my childhood. I doubt I would have fallen for it. But little William de Scribbler didn't seem to notice that Santa's letter was posted with a one cent stamp, uncancelled (I'm cheap a tightwad a monetary genius), or that it arrived on Christmas Eve, a mail-free Sunday. He may have questioned why Santa must have skim chocolate milk, but was alert enough to hush me when I mentioned Santa's waistline.

Sure, many of the inconvenient discrepancies of Santa can be explained away with magic; a billion children served in one night is easily the result of time zones and super sonic sleigh speed; Santa's handwriting looks like Mommy's, but so does many people's -- it's a popular style; it's true that most reindeer don't have red noses, but Rudolph drinks a lot. It's a stressful job.

And the six-year-old is now awake and dancing with excitement. Yes, he commented on the cookie crumbs.

Merry Christmas! (Or gl├Ždelig Jul, if you prefer.)

Blogger Harsh Pencil said...

Child #3 was too excited to go to sleep. At 2:00 AM Santa came. At 2:15 AM, said child came down to discover Santa had come, announcing the news to her siblings, who were all ordered back to bed. At 5:00 AM, all were back downstairs again. Dear wife and I gave in and made a pot of coffee. At 6:30, child #3 was sound asleep. I got a nap around 2:00 PM.

Altogether a wonderful Christmas. Wouldn't change a thing.

Merry Christmas to all.

8:44 PM, December 25, 2006  
Blogger ReTorte said...

Our nephew was caught looking up his parent's fireplace trying to figure out the physics of chimney travel. Little Prose was in a wonderful slumber and quite content with the arrival of Santa this year. Father Filibuster had also given up the battle to stay awake for Santa's arrival and was asleep in the recliner oblivious that Santa had arrived.

Though, at 23 2/3 months, little Prose was quite content with a pair of shoes, towel, and PJ's. Ah yes, there are advantages to the younger years too.

5:57 PM, December 27, 2006  

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