So Santa popped in briefly at Isaac’s 2nd birthday party. Isaac had been talking about it all week. But up until this point, Santa had been a distant man on a couch on the lower level at the mall, Rudolph’s owner, a cheerful face on a coffee mug, or a little stuffed toy that the dog liked to steal. When he actually knocked on the door and walked in (looking and sounding vaguely like Uncle Steve), even though we were in Mama’s arms, we weren’t so sure about this experience. Isaac’s face flushed. He was stunned. No lap sitting for this good little boy. His eyes wide open, he took it all in, but he didn’t want to actually have to sit on his lap.
The older girl cousins were in on the secret, and they played along, sat on their dad’s/Santa’s lap, and Isaac observed. He eventually and politely blew Santa a kiss and gave him a neck hug, but always within reach of his safe lovey (Mommy’s neck).
So today when we asked if Isaac wanted to leave cookies out for Santa, he was none too sure about this. “No Santa Claus? . . . Bye-bye.” As far as he was concerned, his toy life was complete. Why invite in a stranger in an unfashionable get-up and who hadn’t seen a razor in years?
And yet, Santa(s) is/are up. It’s now Christmas. The Little Tikes tool thingy from Grampa and Gramma Lewis is assembled and wrapped. The stockings are shoved together. Daddy thought his was the Christmas tree stocking and mine the Santa Claus one, so they are mixed up, but whatever.
The Daddy Santa is struggling to assemble the pedal car from Grandpa and Grandma Kaminski. I started it because . . . . well, I’ll explain that in a minute, but I started it, and Grant, then, arrived to finish it. It requires some kind of pounding, I think.
Sugar has a present of her own this Christmas Eve — another urinary tract infection. Sigh. . . . Always on a weekend or holiday, it seems. Grant went out to retrieve another dose of the medicine (hence my trying to assemble the car) after having to be pushy with the Emergency Vet. But we got a higher dose of the same stuff, and we pray that this will cover it.
We put her in the pedal car box while working on it. I guess it was a good idea. We don’t need that box again. She left us a little pile and puddle of Christmas cheer.