I know its still early in the season, but Santa visited our house last night. I didn't see him, in fact, no one did. But he must have been here, because he left behind some very special gifts. This morning when my kids went to get their bananas there were 3 neatly rolled red pieces of paper. They were tied elegantly with gold and red ribbon. They were magical. Three bananas were set out with three matching scrolls.
I was quite surprised as they weren't there when I went to bed last night. The kitchen was clean and all the bananas were together, at the back of the counter, but someone had moved the bananas and added a surprise!
The kids quickly opened the scrolls and I started reading; "Dear William, Mrs. Claus has checked the list twice and I hear you have been a very good boy. . . . . I hear you want a new ball. I will do my best to bring you one. . . . Love, Santa"
I got to 'Dear William' before Lainy Ann ran off to find one with her name. The next one read; "Dear Lainy Ann, I hear you have been trying very hard to be a good little girl. I'm so proud of you and your parents are too. . . . I also hear you are in Kindergarten, that is very impressive for a girl your age. . . . . I have my elves looking for a princess doll for you. . . . Tell your brothers that I will bring them special surprises too. Love, Santa"
I was halfway through Lainy Ann's letter when the children ran off to get the third scroll. "Ho Ho Ho Connor, This is my favorite time of year. I love making toys in the workshop. . . . I hear you are in gymnastics and want a Buzz Lightyear. . . . . Go to sleep early so I can come to La Crescenta. . . . . Love, Santa"
I just love Santa Claus. He is so magical and wondrous. And he truly knows when we are sleeping and knows when we are awake. How else do you explain the letters appearing over-night? The excitement added to our Christmas season is immeasurable. The kids are tightly clutching their letters as they go about their day. I am sure that Santa truly holds a special place in their heart, even more now than before.
And as I poured the milk this morning I swear there was more last night . . . . I wonder where it all went . . . . .