Christmas Thoughts

The Santa Clause: Caleb announced a few weeks ago he's over it. Santa. In whistle blower style, Caleb blabbed the truth so others would recognize his superior perception for the truth, "Santa isn't real. It's you and dad. Hm mph" I responded how I always respond when I one of my kids tries to take this leap into the humbug land, "Fine. But if you don't believe in Santa why would he bother to bring you a present? Hm mph." Because Caleb belongs to a different breed, my words meant nothing, even though Hannah piped in that she believes. Santa and his sleigh flew out of the imagination of my nine year old. The end.

Seeing is believing: James, the boy down the street, possesses some overwhelming evidence in favor of Santa. He owns a photo of Santa in front of his fireplace near the Christmas tree from last year's Christmas Eve. Caleb returned from playing at his house last week slightly perplexed but eager to give this Santa guy a second chance. He told me we were setting up a camera on Christmas Eve to catch Santa in the act of gift-giving. Believing restored.

Naughty or Nice: Santa may be real but Santa needs to re-evaluate how he spends his time. Caleb told me one night, "Santa's wasting his time trying to keep a list of who's naughty and who's nice. We're all sinners."  There goes any effort of being on the nice list.

The List: Caleb announced he needed to write Santa a letter to tell him what he wanted. I told him it may not arrive in time now being so near to Christmas. I asked what he planned on asking for. "Well..." he began, "last year I asked for a Playstation, a Kindle, or a DS Nintendo. Santa got me the cheapest gift. This year I was going to ask for an Ipod touch, a Kindle, or Skylander's Swap Force (Xbox game) . But I'm only going to ask for the Ipod Touch." Gratitude drips from this child. Not.

The Call: On Friday morning before school started, the phone rang. Santa asked to speak to Caleb. Santa called from the shop and lots of banging could be heard in the background as Caleb tried to tell Santa what he hoped to get. Santa upon hearing Caleb wanted an Ipod Touch asked if there was anything else Caleb might like. When Caleb said, "no" there wasn't, Santa ho-ho-hoed a hearty laugh, said he would see him soon, and hung up. Seriously. Why can't Santa get how this works?

Merry Christmas: Jesus birth, Christmas, once a year an interruption, powerfully whispering a reminder in the center of a clanging, crazy, coarse world, "He is with us." Emmanuel. Wishing the peace of His presence to be evident to you and your family during this holy of seasons!~ The Laho's

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