Well, Santa has visited, food and goodies have been eaten - probably to excess- and presents have been opened. Either all of the fuss and worry has been for naught or it's only just begun. How many of you will be standing in return lines this week? Don't you wish Santa had a return policy where he comes back to your house, retrieves the items that need to be returned and brings back its replacement or a refund??
Well, my hope is that the kids that my hubby, Kevin, and I visited on Friday evening were so thrilled with their gifts that Santa won't have to use that return policy. Our Santa Visits usually go off without a hitch but this year was a little different for us and for the kids. [sigh]
You see, I, me, myself, Mrs Claus screwed up and left one of Santa's fur-trimmed boots at home. If I had lived closer and if I didn't know for a fact that traffic on the highway between my hubby's workplace and my house (a mere17 miles) was a virtual standstill, I might have gone home to retrieve the boot. Well, hubby dear, Santa refused to dress as Santa telling us all that he felt he would look ridiculous dressed in uniform wearing his work shoes rather than his boots. I felt horrible. All I could think about was those sweet kids who had no homes, not much in the way of belongings and they were waiting for Santa to come to their party.
Over sized everything! |
As soon as the kids came out and saw me, they all asked about Santa. We told them that Santa had a sick reindeer and had to stay at the North Pole because it was only one more day before his big run and he needed them all healthy. One of the kids immediately asked the most obvious question - which one? Kevin was quick and announced it was Rudolph - that his light was out in his nose. The kids just shrugged and that was that.
As soon as I sat down by the tree, the kids were on me like a hoard of wild animals. They all wanted to sit with Mrs. Claus. The first little girl asked me about my clothes. I told her that since Santa couldn't make it that he had allowed me to borrow his coat and hat. She smiled sweetly and nodded her head before announcing, "that's why it's too big for you, right?"
The kids were great, all smiles and happiness which lightens the heart and fills it with Christmas cheer. It's amazing to think these little ones have no homes to call their own and yet, share with each other, take care of each other and smile at the simplest pleasure. They were excited about their gifts like any child would be but just getting to sit next to Mrs. Claus, get a hug and a candy cane seemed wonderful enough to most of them.
Mrs. Claus waiting under the tree. ; ) |
Mrs. Claus and her crazy, alien-eyed, Rottie - Marco |
I suspect it was because it was Mrs. Claus rather than Santa. Oh, Santa is loved and they get excited about his visit but I think Mrs. Claus was a bit less intimidating. I think it was because as a woman, Mrs. Claus is more approachable and because she doesn't wear that big white beard and they can see her face, they felt more comfortable. No matter the reason, I had a great time. Kevin smiled the entire time he was helping and got to see the whole adventure from where I usually do. Thanks for allowing me to play Mrs. Claus/Santa this year ... don't be surprised if I 'accidentally' leave something behind some other year!
Happy Reading Everyone!
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I forgot to mention that I got to hold the most adorable little baby girl about 5 or 6 months old. When I said I wanted to take her home with me, her older sister told me I could have her. LOL!
Thank you kids for making my Christmas special. xoxo
Oh Amy
It sounds wonderful, there's nothing like kids to bring back the magic of Christmas.
I think kids are always trying to get rid of the younger siblings. When I was expecting my second son, I was told quite firmly, by the then 9 your old older son, that if it wasn't a boy I could leave it in the hospital because he didn't want a sister. He got his wish thankfully, I don't know how I would have sorted things out otherwise. lol
LOL!!! Hi Beebs. Hope your Christmas was a delight. My oldest brother is 9 yrs older than me so I can tell you that he probably would have simultaneously loved and hated having a sister ... my brother thought it was great that I didn't tag along like my brother did but then I used to draw in his books, so ... it's a double edged sword. You were blessed to have them either way. Happy Boxing Day. : )
I am indeed blessed, and I feel blessed most of the time, before and after puberty they are wonderful, during not so much. LOL!
Still vegging on the couch, Downton Abbey Christmas special, chocolate and a glass of Bailey's, Bliss!
Happy boxing day to you and yours too. :=)
Awww! You are SO cute!
Tear wipe!
Happy New Year!
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