I don't know about you, but around here we are TIIIIREEED. I opened my eyes at 8:45 this morning and had to wake the girls up. It wasn't easy. But we're in the home stretch! Christmas Eve in a week!
So, as most people know, parents or not, tired kids = cranky, sassy kids. And this is when believing in Santa comes in handy. I know we should teach our children to do what we ask because they WANT TO but let's be realistic. I do that all the rest of the year. A cranky, over-stimulated, gift-obsessed 5 year old doesn't respond to much but let me tell you, the threat of no presents gets her butt out of bed.
I'm such a Grinch. But it works!
While we've been able to use that trick for a couple of years now, this is the first time we actually sent a letter to Santa. I wrote what Liliane dictated. Stéphane ensured that we didn't just skip right to the list. He contributed the small talk at the beginning. It was a family affair.
It only took a couple of weeks to get an answer. And oh, the excitement.
Such a nice touch, a little handwritten note with her name and everything. Even Alice got her own letter since
Stéphane Liliane made a point of mentioning her.
Speaking of Alice...
She's a different story. Too young for Santa but since she doesn't talk, it's not such a big deal.
As long as she has her babies,
and the TV, she's all good.
|I can haz bonhommes?|
Don't worry, we end up talking more about the baby Jesus around here than we do Santa. Reason for the season and everything. And thank goodness there IS a reason for this season, otherwise this sleepy Maman would be having some motivation issues.
But overall I'm overflowing with gratitude. I was already feeling thankful before Friday morning, but when an unthinkable tragedy strikes, it's a powerful reminder of how rich our lives are. How great my own life is, lowdown Santa threats and all.
Now, back to item #675: baking the shortbread.