baby's third christmas is best... - Page 2
The last two years my son has forced us to keep a healthy distance from Santa's lap lest Santa get too scared by my son's screams of terror. This year, while he still chose not to seat himself on Santa's lap, he did get close enough to whisper to him that he would like a baseball for Christmas (who knew?!?) and to accept a candy cane from Santa's hand. Speaking of Santa, this is the first year that my son was able to make a specific request of Santa himself. Other years "Santa" has made a best guess, sometimes even recycling a present to save a dime or two.
This morning we woke up to our first accumulated snowfall, and my son sat entranced by the window for a full 20 minutes, enraptured by the sight. Though a lot of it melted, I could hardly get him to come inside from our errands because he was having such a good time kicking the drifts.
We have yet to put any presents under the tree or put anything in the stocking so that magical experience is still ahead for my son. Little does he know the amazing things that are in store for him. Grandparents, daddy and I can hardly wait for him to see the presents under the tree and find the gifts that have his name on them.
The third Christmas has to be the best because everything is new again, yet he now has the awareness to put all the pieces together. Next year will still be fun but I don't think it will be the same. He'll know more what to expect and probably have a lot more focus on the presents he will get than the magic and wonder of everything else that accompanies the gifts.
I plan on treasuring every moment of this season right along with him.