The Meaning of Christmas
I went shopping yesterday and put packages under the tree after the boys went to bed. Boy A was up early and I could hear him run to the tree.
At breakfast this morning:
Boy A petulantly: How come there are 5 presents for you and only 1 for me and Boy B?
Me: I have 5 presents?!
Boy A still jealous: I don't see why you should have so many. Whiney whine, whine, whine, presents, blah, blah, blah.
Me: Don't you think I should have some presents?
A little later Boy A is still talking about getting presents.
Me: Christmas isn't about the presents you know.
Boy A: What? Well, what's it about then, the tree?
Me: Nooo.
Boy A: The lights?
Me: Noo.
Boy B peering around the cereal box with one bright little eye: It's about spirit.
Me: (Thinking about planting the idea of the light of hope in this darkest time) Yep. And hope. Blah, blah....
Boy A interrupting and muttering: I hope I get some more presents.
Shelly
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Mine is "patiently" waiting for Hanukkah to begin. And by patiently, I mean, begging me to let him start without his dad, and asking every thirty seconds how much longer he has to wait.