The holidays have been keeping me away. BUT we do have all our decorations up, most of the presents wrapped and a lot of my homemade presents are nearly done.
I love this year because we’ve been able to explain Santa to Chloe. And that has opened my eyes up – to how freaky scary the idea of Santa can be.
My little two year old gets to hear stories about this big, old man who’s going to come waltzing into her home on some random day. That’s scary. And she doesn’t know when Christmas is exactly. So every once in a while I would catch her saying, “I don’t want to be scared of Santa.” Yeah, I know. Heartbreaking.
So, being the protective mommy that I am I tried to make things better for my darling daughter:
me: “You don’t have to be scared baby, he only comes when you’re asleep.”
So now, every night before bed she sits in the dark and whispers, “I don’t want to be scared of Santa. . . he only comes when you’re sleeping.” I could just smack myself. Ah, the holidays. They’ll be over soon.