The Christmas Letter

December 26, 2012

General Humour, Parenting

Things have been a little quiet on the Laughing Mom blog. Like you, I have been enjoying the holidays with family and friends. I am saving all my new posts for the new year for when you might have time to read them!

This post is from the blog Creative Endeavors, The Home of BoxcarOkie.com. Originally posted here on December 13, 2012. Re-blogged with permission.

Joshua one of our grandchildren is seven now.  I still remember the day I met him, he was a “preemie” came out of the chute weighing less than a five pound bag of sugar.  Real small, I had never saw a baby that small before.  But he turned out just fine.  He is a handful, great little kid.

The other day I walked into the kitchen, and there he sat, little red head facing down towards the table, feet just off the floor, and I thought to myself, “They grow up so fast.  Soon he will be a teenager and we will not have this time with him.”

Oblivious to just about everything in the room, he was deep into his ritual.  He was intently hovering over his piece of yellow paper, the kind with the “big lines” on it and I asked him “Josh, what he are you doing?” and he said, “writing a letter to Santa Claus.”

Carefully, unknown to him, I studied him intently.  I watched him labor with “his letters” as he refers to them, working diligently with each stroke, with care, with his big #2 pencil, he put his thoughts down on the paper.

Who knows?  Possibly for the very first time.

So I slowly walked over to the table and I peered down on the sheet of paper, curious to see what it is that he was so diligently working on and I saw:  “Dear Santa, I can save you some time this year, please skip my sister.”  So I asked him about that, did he think it was right, did he think it was the “proper thing to do?”

And he didn’t quite have an answer for me.

“Josh, you know about the naughty and nice rule, right?” and he shook his little head and said, “Yes.”  Do you think this fits in that area?  Naughty or nice?  He thought about it for a minute and then said, “I dunno.”  So then I said to him, “I can get you off the naughty list, but it costs a buck?  You got a buck?” and like a rocket, he shot out of the chair, ran into the TV Room and said to his dad, “Dad, can I have a dollar?”

Lord help us.

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