My niece has been in town for almost a week. Whenever she comes to town, life is very busy, filled with sweets, and very exhausting. I get to see my niece a few times a year, so when we do see her, we are busy giving her so many new memories which wears us out...pretty quickly.
She travels from relative to relative, having slumber parties with her Aunt Jennee, sleep overs at Grammy and Pappy's, and staying the night with Dad and Uncle B. On Christmas Eve, she decided she wanted to stay with Grammy and Pappy since they had the tree that Santa would be dropping her presents at. I also decided to stay at Grammy and Pappy's because I thought it would be much easier to roll out of bed and enjoy the moments of Christmas morning instead of hearing my phone go off as a wake up call, telling me to come over immediately so the niece could open some presents.
After the niece went to bed, it occurred to me that none of the presents from "Santa" were at Grammy's house. And the niece is still a believer of the jolly old man in red. We decided we'd tell her that Santa got confused and left them at Dad's house in the morning....only morning came....and there were presents!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But after a quick inspection, she realized NONE of the gifts under the tree were from Santa. She was devastated. Santa had forgotten her. Tears rimmed the corner of her eyes and she tried her best to hide her disappointment, but the sadness weighed her down as if a sumo wrestler was sitting on her shoulders. I did my best to distract her. I told her to get dressed and brush her teeth...but her mind stayed busy.
"Aunt Jennee, I think it was Pappy who drank the milk and ate the cookies because there's only presents from you and Grammy and Pappy under the tree." She said with a heavy heart. As soon as I had a free chance, I huddled with Grammy and Pappy, informing them of the about to lose her belief on Christmas morning! A few minutes later, my mom and I were hiding in the bathroom and on the phone with "Santa" trying to thing of a clever plan. "Maybe Santa left the presents in the garage...oh... the Christmas tree on the porch... yes, he couldn't fit thru the wood burner pipe!"
While we waited for Dad and Uncle B to arrive, the niece sat on my lap and said, "Aunt Jennee, I can't believe Santa forgot about us." I gave her a hug and said not to worry, but I know it didn't bring her any comfort. She was a child and Christmas didn't come!
And then the doorbell rang. "Go get the door!!!" I said with excitement, but it took me pushing her off my lap for her to go get the door. She pulled open the door and not only saw Dad, but she saw all the gifts under the tree on the porch.
Her spirit soared! Santa hadn't forgotten about her after all! And how silly it was that we didn't look under any other Christmas trees around the house! She skipped, she danced, she giggled, and she glowed. Christmas was going to be wonderful after all.
But better than that.... it was DAD who bought her the present she wanted most, not Santa.
Merry Christmas friends.
May you all create some magic this holiday season.