Conner's first, and Jackson's 4th. With each passing year, Jackson's improved comprehension of the holiday means even more magic. And adding a sweet new baby to the mix meant extra cuddles and simple gifts. Magic, I tell you.
This year, Jackson struggled with the idea of getting anywhere near Santa. That jolly fellow might be delivering presents to our, home, but he can do so without Jackson sitting on his lap. Or talking to him. Although Jackson gave it his best effort, he just couldn't do the Santa thing. And that's quite alright. Instead, we sent a letter to the big guy. The letter made very clear Jackson's two requests this year: a jack-in-the-box, and a remote control robot.
And Santa delivered.
Christmas morning, Jackson found me in the wee morning hours feeding Conner in his rocking chair. Daddy soon joined us (along with thing 1 and 2), and we all made our way downstairs to find the Santa had munched on his cookies and drank his milk, and the reindeer snacked on the carrots left outside.
We then opened stockings and gifts, and Jackson was digging the whole thing. He was extra helpful this Christmas, and offered to 'help' open Conner's gifts.
The much-anticipated jack-in-the-box was the show-stopper this year, and today - days later - continues to get plenty of use. Every time the dragon pops out of the box, he squeals. And it's amazing, because it's so simple. (Clearly, we deprived him of the whole experience as a baby or toddler?)
The rest of the day was filled with Christmas movies, snuggles, eating, and playing.
What a very good day. What a very good life this is.
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