Recovering from the epic tree-trimming of yesterday. Preparing for the whole Santa Claus thing, since this will be our first year that Bella is really, REALLY into the whole scene. Most of the ideas she has relating to ol' St. Nick, she has picked up elsewhere--from little friends, cousins, television, Christmas specials, etc. She knows that she needs to write Santa a letter. She knows that somehow, she gets to see him, so she can ask him for her gift of choice, THE dollhouse. (Which reminds me, I only have until Dec. 3rd to order that and get a discount and free shipping, so remind me later, OK?) She knows that for this Santa visit, she gets to dress up and have her picture made, which is a HUGE draw.
As long as we avoid winding up in this gallery, I'll call that part a success.
Then there is the matter of actual Christmas Eve and morning. She knows that you are supposed to set out cookies and milk for the Big Guy, and is also of the opinion that the reindeer must have carrots. That should be fun to stage.
So, here's the challenge. Everyone knows that the excitement is in first checking for evidence of Santa's visit, meaning looking to see that he ate some cookies and drank some milk. Not a LOT, you understand, because that would be suspicious, since he's presumably eating cookies and drinking milk at every house in the world. And THEN you go to check the tree and your stocking. Our problem is that this is all taking place in the hearthroom, the central room of our home, and the stairs from Bella's room come down directly into this room. I'm hoping we can body-block her visually for a minute or two.
And yeah, I'm talking about Christmas a lot, and it's not even December. Sorry. But really, it's our first real grownup family Christmas in our first real grownup bought-together house-with-more-than-one-bathroom. And for the first time, we'll be "doing" Christmas morning in our own home before heading to visit other family, so we're starting our own family tradition NOW. And since Bella never. forgets. anything, the pressure, it is ON. I'm trying not to make myself too nuts about it, but I just don't want to wait until the last minute like I do with everything else, and forget some crucial element.
So. Here's a question for you Santa-Claus pros: When you were a kid, did Santa wrap your gifts, or not? For my sister and I, "Santa" gifts were always unwrapped, assembled, and ready to play with, while gifts from mere family members were wrapped. On the other hand, since Alex and I aren't buying a lot of gifts this year, there won't be too much in the way of wrapped gifts, and those are fun...to have them sitting under and around the tree for at least a couple weeks before Christmas was a delicious torture.
What's your call?
Now, for no reason, a couple of pictures I don't remember taking right before Thanksgiving dinner at Alex's mom's house:Contemplation of thankfulness...
YUP. Pretty darn Thankful!