I told my son last Saturday that I’d seen Santa’s mailbox up on the counter at the post office. The time had come to write the all important letter to Santa. He and I had done some recon a while back at the Target for toys to covet. And the list had hung on the fridge for weeks. But his reinterpretation of the list as a letter to Santa…well, see for yourself.
We just dropped off that bad boy at the post office today. I am publishing this because this sort of joy should be spread. Until he’s old enough to tell me to knock it off.
I particularly like the part where he tells Santa to get back to making dolls.And the thumbnails. I told him to number them. Santa’s in for a treat. I cherish these painfully cute moments. We’ll see where we are a year from now.