Coen never wanted to sit on Santa's lap. We tried it twice and then gave up. We've never tried it with Lucy but I can tell you without having the experience that Lucy's reaction would likely be unfavorable...likely filled with crying, screaming, and clutching at me. So, no need. We'll never have the iconic pictures of our kids on Santa's lap.
Here's Beth and I, circa 1982
Speaking of Santa, Coen, though earlier questioning, seems to be back on the believing tip. I overheard him telling Lucy that tomorrow night when we get home from all our Christmas eve festivities, we have to go to be real nicely so Santa can come.
On the way to run errands yesterday, Lucy asked me a really amazing and smart question. She said, "Mommy? Why does Santa come and bring us presents when Coen and me already have enough toys?"
Wow.
I told her that she was such a smart girl for asking that. And that Santa brings presents because in the wintertime we have to be inside most of the time and he wants children to have new fun things to play with. When we got home, she and Coen chose a bunch of toys they don't play with anymore and wrapped them themselves for children who need them. They're under our tree now.
Well, tomorrow's the night. And since we don't have a fireplace, Santa comes in through our milk door. So, if Santa comes to your house, however he comes in, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas eve.
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