Post-Holiday Reflections

This is the first Christmas in which Mr. C has been old enough to partake. It's really the perfect age: he enjoyed the Christmas lights, knew to get a little excited when that "Sanna Cause" was mentioned again, had a great time ripping up wrapping paper, but was still too young to fully grasp the concept of Christmas. Hence, I did not feel the pressure to get him a bunch of gifts. I took him to see Santa Clause at the bookstore a few weeks ago, and -- I am proud to report -- he did not cry. Of course, he wasn't exactly happy about it, either. He sat quietly on Santa's lap and kept to himself; our photo memorabilia came out looking like a twisted version of American Gothic , with Santa and Mr. C looking impassively straight ahead. All they needed was a pitchfork. It's like when we took him trick-or-treating