This came to my mind as soon as I saw MMA Storytime’s Word of the Day – “Santa Claus” and I’m so glad I saved the meme to my phone. My mom and grandmother made the entire Christmas season seem magical for my brothers and me. Just like most kids, we tried to stay awake long enough to catch Santa Claus red-handed but failed every year. In the morning we’d awaken early and run downstairs with unrestrained jubilation, excited to see if Santa visited, then spend time opening our presents. Afterwards we would all spend quality time together at home before joining the rest of the family at my great-grandparent’s home.
When my son was a little boy I’d go to such extremes to maintain that same “Christmas magic.” Even after moving 600 miles away from home we’d fly back year after year to celebrate with family. Before heading out to the airport, my son would leave cookies and milk for Santa and we would set the train on its track under the tree, positioned coming toward the station. Before returning home I’d enlist friends to empty Santa’s plate and cup and reposition the train so it was leaving the station. Yeah, it was a lot of work!😓
My son and I laugh about my Christmas trickery often and till this day he smiles about it and knows a lot of love went into creating the magic.
So much joy returned to my home the moment my son walked through the door. I couldn’t have asked for a better present this holiday season. He hasn’t just been great company; he’s been my personal chef. My son has cooked every day this week and all of his meals are healthy and centre on plant-based foods. That’ll probably continue up until Christmas Day, when I temporarily reclaim my kitchen to create a traditional spread with all the fixins.
There is one perplexing thing that’s occurred this visit and I’m still not sure how I feel about it. For more than half his life my son has challenged me in Scrabble and the other day he defeated me for his first win EVER! I trust I’ll continue to hear about this victory long after he leaves. I don’t think my son would use such guile against me but maybe….just maybe….his good cooking was all a ploy to get me to let my guard down. Hmm!