Last night was Epic. That’s the best word I can think of to describe it. The magic of Christmas is still alive and well here at my house. I have to say that none of this was my idea, I was only playing along, and I have to keep reminding myself that there are very good reasons that I am no longer married to x-hubster.
So, he decided to “round out” my boys’ Christmas list, and anything that they had asked for that I didn’t get? He got. And then some. They got things they didn’t even know they wanted. Well, they’re still sleeping as I type so I really shouldn’t make that past tense yet – they still don’t know they want them. Giggle. Anyway, while we were out shopping one day he came across a Santa suit on clearance, and he snatched it right up. And concocted this elaborate plan whereby Santa would deliver the gifts to my boys. My 8 yo (birthday in 3 days, omg!) was on the verge this year, and didn’t really believe in the magic of Santa any more. He was really struggling with a lot of things, one of which being that he is old enough to realize that Mommy does not have a lot of money and might not be able to buy him all the things his heart desires. It was fairly obvious that he was protecting himself from disappointment, and he was disenchanted with the whole thing.
Well, that must have gotten to x-hubster and reminded him of a similar time in his life, because the man went nuts I’m afraid. Last night, he put on the Santa suit and texted me to let me know he was on the way so I could keep the boys entertained and away from teh door. He unloaded all the stuff he’d gotten (including a new bike for 8yo, I”m telling you, nuts!) and knocked on the door, then went to the parking lot close to my car (so he’d be away from the action and they wouldn’t see his face) and started Ho! Ho! Ho! ing. My 5yo went and answered the door, and oh wow, that is a reaction I will cherish and treasure forever and always. His eyes lit up and mouth dropped open and he exclaimed, “SANTA!!! OH WOW A MILLION PRESENTS AND SANTA COME LOOK KAKI MOMMY DADDY SANTA!!!” My 8yo ran to the door in time to see Santa walking away (that was the intent) and saw all the piles of goodies, and that child is now a firm believer in magic.
I have tears (of joy) just thinking about it. There is no price tag that can be put on that. They’ll remember this for the rest of their years. The 5yo kept saying, “He’s early, we didn’t even go to sleep! We weren’t even sleeping!” And the 8yo? “I didn’t even ask for a bike how did Santa know to get me a bike?” Both their eyes were twinkling brighter than our Dollar Store Christmas tree.
Now I’m just waiting for them to wake up so we can get the day started. It’s 7:30 and I can’t believe I’m still the only one up and at ‘em! I promised the 8yo mountain dew apple dumplings for breakfast, and they take 45 min or so to bake, so I think I’ll go start them and maybe by the time they’re finished someone else will be awake!
Oh, and jerkface hubs is here but I’m doing a great job of not letting him interfere or kill my joy. The boys are really happy to have him around, and I’m making this whole holiday all about them, so I can deal even if it’s not my first choice.
So Merry Christmas everyone, and I hope your day is awesome and filled with love.
Crying my damn eyes out, Stella. You and your family deserve every ounce of joy.