This is my favorite Santa picture of my children, circa 2003.
We have one who is losing it, one who is trying to hold it all together, and one who looks like he just farted.
It’s a classic, really.
If we are going to discuss Christmas Past, let’s dial it way back, shall we?
My small Ohio hometown used to print children’s letters to Santa in the local newspaper. If I were going to write one today, it would include an alarm that sounded every time a piece of laundry hit the floor, but one of those high pitched alarms that only teenagers can hear. And world peace.
The decorating and shopping are finished As family tradition holds, we have baked cookies, delivered some to neighbors, and displayed a complete lack of self control in eating the dozens that remained.
The season has included two trips (for me) to Downtown Chicago – one with my Mom,
one with Cheerio and friends,
both with pizza and doughnuts. In case you are wondering, the winning combination thus far is Pizano’s (pizza) and Glazed and Infused (doughnuts). More research is required.
This time next year, Cheerio will be a teenager, the boy will be a fully licensed driver, and I will be anxiously awaiting the return of the oldest to the nest.
Never mind the future. Let’s just focus on the present.
Hoping this holiday finds you well fed and well loved and filled to the brim with whatever you wish.