Santa is Real
Santa is real. He arrived at my mother's house last evening at about 6PM with a HUGE bag of presents for M's kids and a warm and gentle spirit that suffused the house with a most gorgeous glow of magic and of love. MCH's face was priceless. (I haven't got any pictures because I couldn't bear the idea of a machine separating me from the direct experience.)
Because the wind was brutal, he left his team and carriage at home. He's coming back late afternoon today, to deliver HBH's puppy (!!!) and take them/us on the ride to see the Christmas light display at the Wachtel's farm (something you have to see to believe, replete with both the Inredible Hulk AND the baby Jesus), then through Nashville to see the lights and the living Nativity.
It was a gift to see the kids wallowing in some innocence, and wallow hey did. They scurried to get Santa cookies, and to touch his beard, and to hug him. Here's a piece of evidence of how things have been and where they are: they are 5, 7, and 11 and had to be encouraged to open their gifts. As he passed the contents of the bag around, they simply received their gifts, placed them in piles, and then went back to stare at him, to touch him. He read them the perennial poem and I was amazed at how much of it HCH had memorized!
He brought them grape juice. :) He also brought a hamper of family-oriented snack stuff, from mandarin oranges to sparkling cider. We're going to use them for our New Year's Eve Party feast.
Santa had an answer for every question, answers that were credible and somehow, inevitably, always came back to Love.
He brought gifts for M, as well. Yummy honey-scented soap and lotion, beautiful hair ties, a cinnamon candle.
Don't care what anyone says: Santa is real. And I've met him.
-Dot
Copyright 2007 Dot's Stuff. All rights reserved, but if you are very very nice, you can have one my mother's ginger snaps.
Because the wind was brutal, he left his team and carriage at home. He's coming back late afternoon today, to deliver HBH's puppy (!!!) and take them/us on the ride to see the Christmas light display at the Wachtel's farm (something you have to see to believe, replete with both the Inredible Hulk AND the baby Jesus), then through Nashville to see the lights and the living Nativity.
It was a gift to see the kids wallowing in some innocence, and wallow hey did. They scurried to get Santa cookies, and to touch his beard, and to hug him. Here's a piece of evidence of how things have been and where they are: they are 5, 7, and 11 and had to be encouraged to open their gifts. As he passed the contents of the bag around, they simply received their gifts, placed them in piles, and then went back to stare at him, to touch him. He read them the perennial poem and I was amazed at how much of it HCH had memorized!
He brought them grape juice. :) He also brought a hamper of family-oriented snack stuff, from mandarin oranges to sparkling cider. We're going to use them for our New Year's Eve Party feast.
Santa had an answer for every question, answers that were credible and somehow, inevitably, always came back to Love.
He brought gifts for M, as well. Yummy honey-scented soap and lotion, beautiful hair ties, a cinnamon candle.
Don't care what anyone says: Santa is real. And I've met him.
-Dot
Copyright 2007 Dot's Stuff. All rights reserved, but if you are very very nice, you can have one my mother's ginger snaps.