9 years, 7 months.
Dear Holly,
This past weekend while we were at Christmas with the Alpacas at TMMA Farms in Trion, Georgia, I took your photo with Santa.
I feel like there was a noticeable vibe of skepticism. As we were leaving afterwards, you referred to him as “that Santa”, not as if he were “the Santa”.
Makes me wonder if this is the final year you believe in any Santa at all…
Love,
Daddy
7 years, 8 months.
Dear Holly,
For the weeks leading up to Christmas Day, you had been making Mommy and me aware of your newest very wiggly tooth. We kept speculating what it would be like to lose your 2nd tooth right before Christmas.
Sure enough, on Christmas Eve, you approached me in the kitchen, showing off how loose your tooth had become.
I did what is simply in my nature to do: I effortlessly snatched out that tiny little tooth for you.
Confirmation: The Tooth Fairy gave you 10 dollars for that tooth, alongside the cookie that Santa took a bite out of.
Love,
Daddy
5 years, 8 months.
Dear Holly,
I am so happy that I had a front row seat to watch you enthusiastically tell Santa what you want for Christmas this year!
From the very moment you sat on his lap, you began rattling off a long and very specific list of everything you hope to see under the Christmas tree this year.
I cherish this. I love it that Santa is so real to you at this age; that as your Daddy, I can help present you with that of that important childhood magic.
Something tells me this is going to be a very special Christmas…
Love,
Daddy
11 years, 1 month.
Dear Jack,
This past weekend we visited Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus in Bell Buckle, Tennessee; about an hour from where we live.
I was surprised how willingly you went along with it; knowing it was really more for your sister to experience.
You and I have never had the conversation about Santa, but I get the feeling you simply see him as a holiday tradition; not as an actual person.
Either way, you totally went along with it; including getting your picture made with him.
Really, I think you were just there for the free hot cocoa!
Love,
Daddy
5 years.
Dear Jack,
Last weekend we met up with one of Mommy’s seven brothers and his family in Bryson City, North Carolina; where we boarded the Polar Express (from the the movie and book of the same title).
We turned in our golden tickets to get on the train and were shortly after given hot chocolate, before riding past Santa’s house and toy shop in the North Pole.
My personal favorite part was when Santa entered our train car, and out of your pocket you pulled some catalog clippings of items on your wish list, from the store Brilliant Sky.
I had no idea you had schemed this!
Forget the traditional wish list… you were all prepared with a full color ad of exactly what you wanted. You were ready and waiting for that exact moment and opportunity.
(Santa was actually unaware that one of those items was on your list, so it looks like Christmas shopping isn’t quite complete yet.
Every Christmas until now, your visit to Santa has been at the Bass Pro Shop in Nashville; during which you’ve been slightly intimidated to talk to him.
Not this time. You were all business.
Santa immediately tucked the catalog clippings into his pocket and reminded you, “Now be a good boy for me.”
You matter-of-factly agreed and then Santa was on his way to the kid in the sit next to you.
Despite the natural shakiness of the train, one of my pictures that turned out the best was the one of you with Santa.
Not only was this an amazing experience because you got to meet Santa this year, but also because it took place on a train.
What 5 year-old little boy doesn’t have an appreciation and/or fascination for trains?
You’ve already asked when we can ride the Polar Express again.
Love,
Daddy
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