Here Comes Santa Claus

As a child, I used to anticipate Christmas for months. Once the first cool autumn breeze blew in, I began looking forward to Christmas and all the presents I’d get from Santa. Even though my family didn’t have much money, somehow, Santa always came through and got me at least one toy I really wanted whether it be Star Wars toys or a Big Wheel or a stuffed dog I still have to this day.

I haven’t looked forward to Christmas in a long time. Over the years, the magic faded as the responsibilities and obligations of the season outweigh any joy the actual day brings. This year is a little different, though.

e praying

E, in church, praying.

While this is E’s third Christmas, it is in many ways his first. He was just an infant for his first Christmas and didn’t understand enough last year to either look forward to it or enjoy it. This year, though, he understands a bit more. He decorated stuff, sang Christmas songs, watched Christmas cartoons on TV and sat on Santa’s lap without crying.

And he understands that presents are really, really cool.

I’m not sure he gets the whole Santa thing just yet, though. My wife and I were undecided how we would approach Santa. Do we or don’t we?

A few weeks ago, E was sitting on my lap looking at Disney (Pixar’s) Cars on the computer, as is our nightly custom. He likes to look at pictures of the toy cars that people post on collector sites and stuff. Side note: There are a ton of Cars toys! So we saw the green Chick Hicks truck and he started asking for it over and over and over again in the way that kids do so well. Rather than say “no” or “maybe someday” or any of the usual delaying tactics I use, I told him that maybe Santa would bring it to him.

I then explained to him that Santa Claus brings toys to boys and girls on Christmas and maybe we’d go see Santa (at the mall) and ask him for the “green Chick Hicks truck.”

It calmed him down. For a few seconds. During the next several days, I simply repeated the mantra, “we’ll ask Santa.”

Eventually, he began to realize that on Christmas, Santa might bring him the truck. And he began talking about it. A lot. And it was adorable.

Of course, finding a specific Cars toy is next to impossible, as stores stock tons of one Cars character and maybe five of another and when they’re gone, they’re gone.  You can try your luck on ebay or at various online merchants which price the cars not like toys, but rather collector’s items, with insanely high prices. And while I’d seen the green truck he wants a hundred times back when he was interested in the other cars and trucks, it wasn’t there the last few times I’d been to the store.

Well, for various reasons, we didn’t get to the mall. However, earlier this week, we went to a lights display in the city and they had Santa there. E got excited at the prospect of telling Santa what he wants for Christmas. I asked him to recite his list.

“A green Chick Hicks and a Blue Dynoco Lightning McQueen.”

Yeah, the list grew. Though, I’m impressed that it’s stayed at two cars.

So, we waited in line forever while he whined impatiently for his turn on Santa’s lap to come. When it was his turn, he got all quiet and serious and approached Santa very slowly. I put him on Santa’s lap and Santa greeted him and asked what he wanted. E didn’t respond; he was being all shy and serious.

e on santa small“Tell Santa what you want,” I coached.

“A green Chick Hicks truck and a blue Dynoco McQueen,” he said, though his voice was so timid and tiny, you could barely hear him.

As I carried him back to mommy, he was upset. “What is it?” I asked.

“I want the green Chick Hicks truck.”

Apparently he thought that once he asked Santa for the gift, he’d get it right then and there. I explained to him that Santa would come on Friday. He nodded his head okay, sniffling back the tears.

And so we wait for Christmas morning. I can’t wait to see his face when he spots the presents under the tree. We couldn’t get much this year, but that’s okay. I have a feeling that Santa will deliver what E wants.

And for the first time in forever, I’m actually looking forward to Christmas morning. The magic of the season is back.

Like this post? Please consider tweeting it and telling others about it.

Want BloggerDad delivered to your email every time I post? Well, you’re not alone. Join the literally tens of others who have already subscribed for free! Email not your thing? That’s okay, you can also subscribe via RSS.

Content is copyright 2009 If you are reading this on any site other than or your personal RSS reader, then you may be reading it on a site which steals content. And a site like that is probably up to all kinds of no good.

This entry was posted in fatherhood, heartfelt, memorable moments and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

8 Responses to Here Comes Santa Claus

  1. Walter says:

    The moment we let go of our childhood, we stop believing. This is the simple truth. :-)
    .-= Walter´s last blog ..Lasting aspirations? =-.

  2. Selfish says:

    At Christmas we usually have a stuffed turkey, but never a stuffed dog! And we certainly don’t don’t keep it for 45 years like you. I guess you Americans have different customs?

  3. Sean Platt says:

    Merry Christmas to Blogger Dad, Perfect Non-Hormonal Wife and E!

    E’s first Christmas will be one that none of you will every forget.

    Happy Holidays, buddy.
    .-= Sean Platt´s last blog ..Four Seasons…December =-.

  4. Shane Arthur says:


    I’m with you 100% here. The magic was gone for me until I had kids. My son is only 2 this year, so he doesn’t understand anything, but it’s still cool as ever seeing him tear paper off his gifts, ignore those gifts, and spend hours playing with the boxes the gifts came in.

    Merry Christmas,
    .-= Shane Arthur´s last blog ..Creative Copy Challenge #2 =-.

  5. Rita says:

    It’s amazing how raising children brings back some of the “magic” that we have lost in the celebration of big holidays. We get to revisit those moments in a different way, as we watch our children experience the same things that we did as kis ourselves. Kudos to you for not only recognizing the awe of this day and the fun of the presents, but for instilling in your boy the religious significance of the occasion. The picture of him praying says it all: whether he is praying for a new toy or praying in understanding the significance of the day, the fact that he is doing it at all shows that you are raising a boy who will not take the holiday for granted.
    Merry Chritmas, Dave – to you and the entire family. You have much to be proud of!
    .-= Rita´s last blog ..How to Teach Your Dog to Come =-.

  6. Cute story BloggerDad. Merry Christmas. Sounds like E and Lukas are at a similar age and stage. We asked Lukas what he wanted from Santa and he kept repeating ‘A red toothbrush’. It was in his stocking this morning. He is just starting to realize the magic of Christmas and it is magical for us to take part in.
    .-= Seattledad (Luke, I am Your Father)´s last blog ..Making a List =-.

  7. Loran says:

    Now that my kids are grown I am missing those early magical Christmases when they still believed in Santa. Now I’ll have to wait for some grandkids to spoil. I’m ok with waiting.
    .-= Loran´s last blog ..Spud and Domino =-.

  8. Otter says:

    Hopefully next year our son will understand a little bit too. This year he just waited around for his presents to be opened and then played with them. I guess it is progress.
    .-= Otter´s last blog ..One Year and 200 Posts =-.