This is really silly, but I kind of believe in Santa Claus.
Wednesday morning, I was listening to 93.9 (WLIT...the station known for much of the year for its infamous host Dee-liii-lah). I've been pretty into the holiday spirit this year, shopping like crazy (you're welcome, economy), wrapping presents, baking, and trying to hit every holiday-themed event in the city (occasionally giving up midway through the day and getting the whole family into pjs in front of the fire). So Wednesday morning, as I was bopping to the Charlie Brown Christmas song and getting dressed, WLIT had SANTA IN THE STATION.
Santa sounded suspiciously young, but I chalked it up to the youthful exuberance I'd have, too, if I were him, spending my days around kids and elves, making presents, and eating cookies (confession: this is pretty much how my days have gone lately (less the elves)...and therein lies the source of my joooo-oooy!). Anyway, a little girl called in. She was probably four, tops, and so squealy I couldn't even distinguish her name. She was so excited to talk to old Saint Nick: yelling into the phone, promising him she'd helped around the house, sharing her Christmas list (by the way, I didn't even know they still made Polly Pockets, but I'm happy to hear they do...).
They spoke for about five minutes, and I was grinning from ear-to-ear the whole time, feeling a little giddy. When they hung up the phone, she said, "Merry Christmas, Santa, it was nice talking to you!" And I was just thrilled for her, that she got to talk to Santa Claus!
I did remember, shortly thereafter, that Santa Claus is less a big fat guy in a red suit than a concept, a philosophy that this time of year is about giving, joy, and a little bit of magic. And so I'm holding that with me, letting traffic jams serve as opportunities to listen to Michael Buble's version of "All I want for Christmas" just one. more. time. I bought books for all the kids in my sister's class and sent them anonymously (anonymous to the kids, not my sister). I helped S put her first dollar bill in a Salvation Army bucket. And I'm keeping her presents, which I've picked up for Santa Claus, not only hidden, but wrapped in different paper lest my 9-month-old think that we, her parents, wrapped her gifts and not Santa. This year is so fun, because I get to make the magic for her.
Tell me, blog readers, how do you make magic for your kids? And how do you celebrate the spirit of the season?
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