Dear Holly: The Logistics of Your New Doll Arriving from the North Pole

7 years, 7 months.

Dear Holly,

For the past week, as Christmas Day has been getting noticeably closer on the calendar you are marking off next to your bed, you have been providing commentary regarding Naty.

She is the doll you have asked Santa for, which you are confident he will bring you.

You explained to me, “I bet she is so cold right now up in the North Pole. She may even be packed up on Santa’s sleigh already.”

Despite you also declaring that Naty is 8 years old, you also have mentioned a few times, “Her birthday will be December 25th, since that’s when I’m getting her.”

I struggle with understanding where she has been for the past 7 years if she is turning 8 on Christmas Day, but I keep questions like that to myself.

Yesterday, Mommy worked from home, as you were also here since school is out this week. Overhearing all of Mommy’s conversations about the contracts she is managing, you were inspired to write a contract for you to adopt Naty.

In just a few days, Naty will finally… be born?

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Santa is Still Real, Even If There are So Many of Them

7 years, 7 months.

Dear Holly,

We have visited Santa twice so far this December: First, he happened to be randomly waiting for us at a burger restaurant, around the corner from our house. Then we saw him again last weekend for our traditional Christmas drive to Bell Buckle.

You openly acknowledge that they were two different Santas:

“I liked the Santa better that was in the sleigh and who let me give him my Christmas list, because I think that Santa will bring me the gifts I asked for.”

For me as your father, I am glad you are still young enough to keep believing in Santa; while not too deeply questioning the logic of why there are so many different Santas out there…

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: You Decided You Need to Start Wearing Cologne Now

13 years.

Dear Jack,

Nonna and Papa came up to visit this weekend. It was inevitable they would naturally want to go shopping at Marshall’s and that you and your sister would want to join them.

It was apparent beforehand how this thing would work out: Neither you nor your sister would come back empty handed; as “early Christmas presents” naturally presented themselves.

Your sister was proud to get a pink pair of Crocs.

As for you, you have been quite focused on obtaining some Tommy Bahama Maritime cologne; as apparently, all your friends are wearing cologne now.

Sure enough, there was a gift set of the cologne that even came with a bottle of body wash and… aftershave.

You now officially wear cologne.

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: So… Maybe Take a Break from Losing So Many Teeth?

13 years old.

Dear Jack,

Exactly three weeks ago on your 13th birthday, you randomly announced as it was nearly time to walk out the door to go to school:

“I think I can pull this tooth.”

Within a couple of minutes, it was out.

For each week that has followed since, the same thing happened; as if it were a scheduled weekly occurrence.

For the record, you have now lost three teeth in a span of two weeks.

A few nights ago at dinner, you mentioned how it is now a bit difficult to eat, due to your lack of teeth these days.

So yeah, maybe take a break from losing any more teeth for now?

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Rockin’ Around Our New White Christmas Tree

7 years, 7 months.

Dear Holly,

My entire life, I had always wanted a white Christmas tree. It seemed that it would simply add to the Christmas magic.

I had totally forgotten, but last year after Christmas, Mommy ordered a new Christmas tree for our home- and the decision in our family was unanimous in choosing a white tree! So this past weekend, we set up the new white Christmas tree as a family, for the first time.

I insisted we take a family photo in front of it before we left to go to church on Sunday morning. Fortunately, Mommy shouted out, “Now let’s do a silly one!”

 

Love,

Daddy