Did you believe in Santa? I never did. I don’t remember my parents telling me one way or the other, but they didn’t emphasize it, and there were no gifts from “Santa” under the tree and no talk of not having presents if I was naughty, so I grouped Santa with Bugs Bunny and Mickey Mouse–fun, but imaginary. David wants to do the same thing with Ruby, even though he believed in Santa as a child, but I am sort of conflicted. I don’t feel like I missed out on anything, but what if I did? On the other hand, it seems that telling your kid that Santa is real is taking a gamble–maybe she will gracefully grow out of it, or maybe she will believe until she’s 12 and have an embarrassing encounter at school and feel totally betrayed. Thank goodness we have another year or two to decide.
We did let Ruby sit on Santa’s lap last weekend. Her sweet cousin wanted to tell him “what everyone should get” for Christmas (Toy Story toys, in case you were wondering), so we stuck Ruby on his other knee and snapped a picture before she had her “why did you give me away” meltdown.
He was a nice looking Santa, I will give him that.
Anyway, so it’s December now. Last year, I decided to make an advent calendar by knitting 25 mini-mittens, which I would be able to stuff with treats or fun things to do printed on slips of paper. I got to 13 and then quit. That means I’ve only got 12 to go! And listen to this: I was going to scrap the whole idea because I couldn’t remember which pattern I’d been using for the mittens and couldn’t bear to have 13 in one size/style and 12 in another, but then I felt something inside my stocking, which I was hanging (by the chimney) (with care) and LO! It was the pattern, written on an index card! Oh 2010 Jillian, you were one smart cookie.
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