I always look forward to seeing what Boo puts on her Christmas list each year.
Four years ago she specifically asked for an office water cooler. It was so random we thought she’d forget about it. She didn’t.
Three years ago she wanted a bunk bed for her dolls. She got a handmade set from Brett.
Two years ago she asked for an American Girl doll, she was very specific: PF-1221 is the SKU number. She cried with joy when she found the box under the tree. It made us cry too.
Last year she asked for Saige (an American Girl doll), and doll hair extensions. We tried to talk her out of it, gave her a dozen other ideas. She nodded okay, but apparently only to appease us. I miraculously intercepted a desperate-toned letter in the mailbox addressed for Santa a day later:
This year she’s asked for a doll typewriter, a doll wheelchair and a handful of books.
Her list is never very long, and she is always very aware that she might not get anything she asks for. But I hope she’ll ask for dolls and books forever. (Oh please ask for dolls and books forever.)
She loves her Keri Smith journal…so I ordered these for her…really wanting to order them for myself:
We rode the Polar Express train last Friday and she had a blast but she still doesn’t really care for Santa. She got really nervous when he approached and she politely just said a “hi” and “thank you” as he handed her a bell. She breathed a sigh of relief as he moved on to the next row.
She and I read all the notes that other children had left for Santa and we chuckled at this one (we do not know Abigail, but she loves cats):
We spent today picking out gifts for family and teachers. She was so thoughtful about each one, insisting on wrapping the gifts and writing the cards herself. I spent part of the day making ugly Christmas sweaters for Brett and I and when I was done she exclaimed: Oh, they are beautiful! Not quite the reaction I was going for, but I love her enthusiasm.
And then there’s the tree she picked for our house:
It’s a twig. Simple and perfect. She’s very proud of it.
Oh, and she’s been playing with her old Nativity set for a few weeks now. She calls it her “activity set” and spends hours telling us (and anyone who will listen) the story of Jesus’s birth.
She knows more details about Christmas than I could ever remember. And tonight she was asking Brett and I to “Google” what the chemical makeups of Frankincense and Myrrh are. Because those details might be important I suppose.
We are so blessed.