Thursday, December 9, 2010

An Adorable Christmas. Even though Santa Claus died.

A while back I mentioned that I wasn't only slacking on this blog, but my family blog as well.  So I introduced my girls, otherwise known as The Adorables, to this blog.

They're ba-aaaack.

And.

YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE CUTE!

Li'l Bit & Mini Me share an excited hug as they wait to hang ornaments on the tree.
The Husband put up our tree, and the girls hung the ornaments.  They did a great job, too!  Mostly because they are excellent at following directions.  I pointed, they hung, and everyone was happy.

This past weekend was the children's Christmas concert at church.  Mini Me's dance class performed once, and she also sang with her choir.  She has come a long way from going up on stage and turning her back to the audience! (True story.)

Li'l Bit was in choir for the first time this year, but it wasn't her first time on stage attempting to sing.  At her preschool Christmas concert, in front of fewer people, she cried until she was able to sit in her teacher's lap.  At the end of the year concert, she didn't cry, but she also didn't sing.  This year...

She sang, and she looked so incredibly sweet doing it!  And to top it all off, she managed to make it through the rest of the concert without making a big fuss.  That may have been because I let her play Chuzzles on my phone part of the time, but you know, whatever.

So, if you read my last post, you know I said that we do Santa here. Turns out it's not going to be that easy.

Last year was the first year that we had a tree and did presents for the girls.  Mini Me had just turned 6 at the time, and although she didn't seem to make a big fuss about Santa coming in the first place, she was very curious as to how I was able to return a gift that Santa had brought them.  

Oops.

Mini Me was told by a friend last year that Santa isn't real, but it didn't phase her.  She heard it again this year and started asking questions.  The Husband decided that he would tell her the story of St. Nicholas to try and explain where the idea of Santa Claus came from.  Not a bad idea, right?

Well.  What Mini Me has held on to from The Husband's story of St. Nicholas is that

SANTA CLAUS IS DEAD.

He was a man who lived a long time ago and he was really generous, and he is dead.

She has told a friend at school that Santa Claus died a long time ago, and I am just waiting for the parent of that traumatized little girl to call me.

I told The Husband that I think we're going to have to come clean, and do a much better job explaining the whole St. Nicholas thing.

Because it's one thing to have the kid that tells everyone that Santa isn't real.

It's quite another to have the kid that's telling everyone that SANTA CLAUS IS DEAD.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

You're a mean one, Mrs. Grinch.

Now that the love-fest for The Husband is over (on the blog, at least -- not in real life), and we're now in December, I suppose I have to start thinking about Christmas.

Yep.  I suppose I have to start thinking about Christmas.

For some reason, it's been a challenge for me to get into the Christmas spirit the last couple of years.

Conversations like this one might have something to do with it:


(By the way, no, that's not supposed to be Sarah Palin.)  I do not understand why we have to have heated debates about things like that.  If you don't want to utilize Santa, then don't.  If you do, go ahead.  I believed in Santa, and I never felt deceived by my parents, nor did it shake my faith in anything else.  But if I thought that one or both of my girls was going to question every single thing I said to them because I LIED to them about the reality of Santa Claus, then I would rethink my position.

But the thing is... Does it really matter?  REALLY?  First of all, every family gets to pick for themselves what they're going to do.  Will they decorate in order to win some kind of contest for their neighborhood?  Fine.  Decorate because they're throwing a party for Jesus' birthday?  Good for them.  TO EACH HIS OR HER OWN.

Second... What the heck kind of picture of Christianity are we showing when we're going to pit ourselves against each other over something so trivial?!?  Especially at this time of year!

Like, the whole "happy holidays" thing.  Do you really expect retailers to only say "Merry Christmas" when they want to take money from all consumers, including the ones who only celebrate Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or Winterval?  Saying "happy holidays" is safe for them! 

Instead of griping about it, why not spend time actually making someone's holiday, whatever holiday that may be, happy?  Bring a little comfort and joy into someone's life.  I'm pretty sure that's one answer to the whole WWJD question, right?

As for me and my house, Christmas is about Christ.  It's about God sending His Son to this earth for us.  For me.  Telling our girls about the greatest gift ever.  Singing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus.  

And for the next few years, it's also going to be about the excited voices coming from the back seat every time we pass a house that's all lit up.  Teaching them when to sing "like a light bulb" or "like Pinocchio" during Rudolph.  And seeing them tear into their three gifts each.

And hopefully, thinking about others who don't have a merry anything at this time of year.  No, not just thinking about them, doing something for them.  Appreciating what we have and being so grateful for it, and wanting those less fortunate to have something to be grateful for.