At 20 months, it’s hard to say if Emry completely
understands all the wonder, and fun, and excitement, and anticipation of
Christmas. And yet…
Many people asked if Santa Claus was coming to our house. I
don’t think we’ll ever really get into the whole Santa thing, but she did know
who he was. She knows he says, “Ho, ho, ho!”.
She recognizes him in her Mickey Mouse Christmas movie. And she thinks
he lives outside (because she relates him to the blow up Santas she sees in people’s
lawns). That’s about all we know of Santa.
She LOVES Christmas trees! The first one she saw was at my
doctor’s office. She thought it was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen:
balls hanging on a tree. A week later, we got our own tree. She loves it,
making sure she waves good-bye to it every night before bed. She’s also very
good with it and obediently looks and, maybe, touches the ornaments but does
not pull them off.
Grandpa and Grandma Sturm gave us a Little People nativity.
We made it part of our morning Bible story to read the Christmas story a few
mornings a week while we “acted” out the story with all the characters. I
wondered if it was sinking in at all, especially as each character from Mary to
the angel to the wise men had to “ride” the donkey to the stable. But the other
day when I told her it was Bible story time, she toddled into the living room
and started pulling everything out, showing me “Mary – Mama” and “Baby Jesus”
and the “Wise’en” and matching them to the pictures in her book. Yea!
And while we didn’t even seem to notice the gifts under the
tree, when it came time to open them Sunday morning, well… For the first time,
we completely understood what we were about when it came to unwrapping. And we
enjoyed watching her discover her new things just as much as she enjoyed opening
them.
Helping Papa play with his new toy.
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