Discovered this holiday classic in Emma's school work from last week.
12.17.2006
12.16.2006
All I Want For Christmas
The girls got their chance to meet Santa Clause last week at the Flagstaff Mall. Emma is a veteran on the ritual, but everything was new again for her three year old sister. Neither were afraid or expressed nervousness when it became their turn to sit on his lap. We snapped our photos, as each girl gave St Nick a single item they had been wanting from him. The big man in red would then sweetly whisper this in their ear, "I have what you want."
He gave each of them a little treat and waved goodbye to all of us.
Ellie held back, puzzled. She kept searching her surroundings as we approached the glass doors to exit the mall. Glancing between all of us, she would turn around and stare back at the plastic North Pole decor, heavy in search for a clue. She finally stopped and demanded an answer before we left the building.
"He did not give me my castle."
Abbie consoled her, "Well, he knows what you want and he might give it to you on Christmas. You have to wait for Christmas."
The youngster quickly replied, "Yes, but he said that he had it."
The girls got their chance to meet Santa Clause last week at the Flagstaff Mall. Emma is a veteran on the ritual, but everything was new again for her three year old sister. Neither were afraid or expressed nervousness when it became their turn to sit on his lap. We snapped our photos, as each girl gave St Nick a single item they had been wanting from him. The big man in red would then sweetly whisper this in their ear, "I have what you want."
He gave each of them a little treat and waved goodbye to all of us.
Ellie held back, puzzled. She kept searching her surroundings as we approached the glass doors to exit the mall. Glancing between all of us, she would turn around and stare back at the plastic North Pole decor, heavy in search for a clue. She finally stopped and demanded an answer before we left the building.
"He did not give me my castle."
Abbie consoled her, "Well, he knows what you want and he might give it to you on Christmas. You have to wait for Christmas."
The youngster quickly replied, "Yes, but he said that he had it."
12.14.2006
Baby, It's Cold Outside
Driving with my six-year old in the back seat, Christmas carols are playing over the automobile's speakers.
"I really can't stay."
"Baby it's cold outside."
"I've got to go away"
"Baby it's cold outside..."
Emma stares out the window as the song continues...
"I simply must go"
"Baby, it's cold outside..."
I see her head tilt like a parakeet, as if allowing the words to fall into her ear more efficiently...
"I've got to go home"
"Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there..."
Finally, she shares with me her deep concern,
"Daddy, why doesn't she just get in her car and go?"
Driving with my six-year old in the back seat, Christmas carols are playing over the automobile's speakers.
"I really can't stay."
"Baby it's cold outside."
"I've got to go away"
"Baby it's cold outside..."
Emma stares out the window as the song continues...
"I simply must go"
"Baby, it's cold outside..."
I see her head tilt like a parakeet, as if allowing the words to fall into her ear more efficiently...
"I've got to go home"
"Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there..."
Finally, she shares with me her deep concern,
"Daddy, why doesn't she just get in her car and go?"
12.07.2006
Six In The Morning
Ellie had been working us for a couple of weeks. She would visit us bedside about an hour before our alarm clock would start our day. To avoid her from preventing our slumber, Abbie let her join us in bed until we got up. Before we knew it, Ellie began joining us earlier and earlier.
In order to nip this practice in the bud, we decided that she would not be allowed to sleep with us at all. The night of our decision, she came in around 2 a.m. Abbie denied her access and sent her back to bed. "You are not going to sleep with us," she told Ellie.
Around 3 a.m. Ellie shuffled into our room, whispering to herself loudly, "I want to get into bed." She then stopped, and swiveled her dwarfish body around, and began staggering back out of the room as she reminded herself, "I can't sleep in there."
She then stopped a second time, paused, and returned to our bed. "I can't get in bed. I can't get in bed. I can't sleep in there," she convinced herself in a reminding whisper. She then converted her voice to a normal tone and asked my wife, "Can you tuck me in?"
Abbie, half awake and laughing agreed, and they swaggered back to her room.
Ellie had been working us for a couple of weeks. She would visit us bedside about an hour before our alarm clock would start our day. To avoid her from preventing our slumber, Abbie let her join us in bed until we got up. Before we knew it, Ellie began joining us earlier and earlier.
In order to nip this practice in the bud, we decided that she would not be allowed to sleep with us at all. The night of our decision, she came in around 2 a.m. Abbie denied her access and sent her back to bed. "You are not going to sleep with us," she told Ellie.
Around 3 a.m. Ellie shuffled into our room, whispering to herself loudly, "I want to get into bed." She then stopped, and swiveled her dwarfish body around, and began staggering back out of the room as she reminded herself, "I can't sleep in there."
She then stopped a second time, paused, and returned to our bed. "I can't get in bed. I can't get in bed. I can't sleep in there," she convinced herself in a reminding whisper. She then converted her voice to a normal tone and asked my wife, "Can you tuck me in?"
Abbie, half awake and laughing agreed, and they swaggered back to her room.
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