I really love this time of year, except for the snow. It should not come as a surprise that I wish to be a bear so I can hybernate during the winter. I think I would make a great bear and a great hybernator. Anyway, as I sit here watching Christmas movies with Sydney I am contemplating the holiday season.
I took Sydney to see Santa about a week ago now. I really love this chore. I take her to Rivertown Mall every year. I am not kidding, this is where the "real" Santa works. I know, you may think I am crazy but I am serious. We have seen the same Santa every year for 8 years. The second year I took Sydney,she was about 18 months old, she cried and cried when I tried to set her in his lap and I had to sit there with themfor the picture. Well, Santa tells me, "You weren't like that when you were her age, you sat with me just fine." He didn't hold that against her of course and the next year she was fine with sitting on Santa's lap. So this is the eighth year we have visited Santa, he always takes the time to talk to Sydney and look over her list. This year he even "caught" her with her room a mess and told her she better start keeping it clean. Sydney looked so shocked I couldn't help but cover my laugh. She tells me as we walk away, "I guess I better start keeping my room clean".
I really love this time of year. The movies, the songs, the presents, the decorations. Did I mention the presents. I love presents, I am convinced if it has pretty paper I will love it, no matter the contents. I am as excited as Sydney for the night of the 24th. Oh, and mock me if you will, Sydney and I have matching jammies for Christmas Eve, I will do this as long as she will allow me to.
