It's been awhile. Frankly, I forgot my login and password and today finally got enough energy to figure it out. I'm a bad blogger.
It's nearly Christmas -- my favorite holiday. And i like it even more when there's a kid who still believes in Santa in the house. My 7 year old still believes -- although i think he's getting close to figuring it out. Mostly because his cousins keep spilling the beans. so far he's been deaf to their hints.
Still, he is asking interesting questions.
"Mom," he asked the other day, "Are Santa and Jesus friends?"
"Yes," I replied without hesitation.
"How do you know," he asked?
"Because Santa is friends with everyone," I said.
"So is Jesus," he reminded me.
Gotta admit that's true.
Watching the original Rudolph, which i think i have seen every year since it was released in the '60s during my childhood, he asked me, "Is this a true story?"
"Well," I hemmed and hawed, "I've never seen flying reindeer or reindeer that could talk."
"Maybe they just added the talking to the reindeer to make it more interesting," he said, as he had already decided -- yes, it's a true story. Plus, he pointed out to me, snowmen (ala Burl Ives) don't move around, sing or talk, either.
But, if it's not a true story parts of it at least ring true -- the disappointment of fathers in their sons, the mistreatment of misfits, the sadness of knowing you must leave your family -- i still cry at parts of this puppet show. Try not to tell anyone.
Who hasn't felt like a Charlie in the Box from time to time? Who isn't relieved when a kind act from a loved one reminds us it's ok to be who we are?
Merry Christmas -- Enjoy the season --
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