“Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.”
― Norman Vincent Peale
Tonight’s the night! Steevenson thought we all needed to go to bed at the same time so that Santa could go ahead and come over. And he refused to look at any online Santa trackers because he heard somewhere that that was cheating, and he didn’t want to end up on the naughty list this close to the finish. 😉
Today, in the bright blue morning, we stood at the bottom of our chimney, looking up, and he marveled at how tightly it hugs our bedroom on the opposite side of the wall. “He’ll be right next to us when he goes down it!” he exclaimed with glee.
(Red, white & blue…and brick too!)
When lunch was done, we made sugar cookies. I rolled out the dough and he cut out the stars and stockings. We also used one of his kid-friendly kitchen knives to carve out an “S” (for “Steevenson” AND “Santa”) and then he suggested we make an “F” for family and I nearly melted into a puddle of syrup on the floor. He really does say the sweetest things.
He worked shirtless (as usual) and couldn’t resist pressing his powdery palms to his belly after plunging them into the flour. Of course, clapping was irresistible too, and he needed a bath tonight just to get all of the flour dust out of his hair. Even still, the dough was warm and sticky, so the two of us worked together to transfer our shapes to the pan. Into the oven they went. 11 minutes later, and after they had doubled in size, I pulled them back out and when they were cool, I piled a bunch of them onto a plate.
(I used a paring knife to clean up the edges of our “F”)
We decided not to ice and decorate them because Steevenson preferred them plain. He and I dunked a couple of stars into cold glasses of milk and, although he doesn’t typically like desserts, he said they were the best he’d ever tasted. *grin*
Tonight, after sunset, the three of us jumped on our golf cart so we could take in some twinkling lights. The ones strung up on neighbor’s houses and the ones stretched across the sky. I looked up before I slid into the front seat of the cart and decided I don’t go outside at night enough. And, WOW, it’s amazing how many more stars you can see when there aren’t any clouds in the sky. There was one streak of what looked like it might be a cloud, but of course I took the opportunity to ask Steevenson if he thought it might be smoke from the “Kringle 3000” underneath Santa’s sleigh. He said yes. 🙂 (PS- his favorite movie is still Buddy the Elf.)
We stopped at Mr. Andrew’s house, whose backyard is always aglow with light-up Christmas decor and countless strands of lights this time of year. He puts together an elaborate display every December and the whole neighborhood looks forward to making a visit. Both of his gates were open tonight, so we ooh-ed and ahh-ed our way inside. Gravel crunched beneath our rubber boots as we followed the narrow path that leads from the front to the back. Steevenson was zipped up in a light blue, velour shark onesie and, while the lights were absolutely incredible, my favorite part was seeing his face light up inside that hood with a fin.
(He spotted the Grinch!)
When we got home, I secretly downloaded an app that allows kids to get a “real” phone call from Santa. You can choose whether you want him to call from the North Pole, or from his sleigh. You just enter your child’s name, state, and age and when my phone rang a few minutes later, Steevenson really believed we were talking to jolly ol’ St. Nick! I cannot even begin to describe how excited he was during and after that call. (Thank goodness Kevin captured it on video for keeps!) He can recite most of what Santa said word for word, and he wanted me to text Hank’s, Vivi’s, and Ever & Asa’s moms right away to tell them to tell their kids what had just happened. 🙂
At bedtime, and without a word, he went straight to my nightstand…pushing odds and ends aside to create just enough room for his feet. Then he climbed up onto our mattress and carefully stepped over to the cleared-away spots…steadying himself by grabbing the window on the wall behind the head of our bed. It wasn’t until he craned his neck to the right and pressed his cheek to the glass that I realized he wanted another glimpse of the chimney. I used the flashlight on my phone to help him see it better and when he finally pulled away from the window, you would’ve have thought he had just seen Santa. (His expression has had me floating around the house ever since!)
Now, he’s fast asleep and I’m off to stuff his stocking; a toy eagle that floats off the tip of your fingertip by balancing on its beak, a handful of candy canes, dinosaur socks, Goldfish crackers, hot fries, and a pack of “Go Fish” cards. Little wonders for my little wonder.
Nighty night and merry Christmas, friend. Let’s meet up again here soon!
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