| The cookies and milk set out for Santa. This was the first year that he actually understood the idea of Santa Claus. The entire month leading up to Christmas he was so excited and would pretend to call and email Santa constantly declaring he wanted a "scooter and that's it!" but sadly when it came down to the hours before Jolly Old St. Nick would arrive he was absolutely terrified of the idea of a strange chubby man entering our home in the middle of the night. He was so petrified when I tucked him in for the night he broke out into hysterical tears and begged me to call Santa and to tell him not to come. I have to admit it was a bit difficult to take these fears seriously and not let out even the slightest giggle. |
