In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
Today is Christmas Eve. The stockings are hung by the chimney with an orange in the toe, our family tradition. There is a plate of cookies out in the living room. After the baby fell asleep some last minute wrapping took place. Everything is ready.
I didn’t know having a baby would make us into holiday-having people so quickly. He is not even five months old. His favorite part of presents to date has been trying to eat the tissue paper. He loves that crinkly stuff.
But here we are with the tree trimmed and carrots for the reindeer. Eggnog and boiled custard. The magic of childhood is in full force.
Today he wore footie pajamas all day. First ones with Santa on the feet, then a pair with tiny reindeer complete with antlers around his ankles. (He also has jammies with bears, frogs, puppies and dino feet.) All day long he has been dressed for bed, waiting for sleep so he can wake up soon and see what Santa brought.
Sweet dreams baby boy. Visions of sugarplums to you.
