Another holiday edition. I am five, sitting on Santa's knee (I am pretty sure that it is the same Santa from my 1 year old pics, of course it is, there is only one Santa) opening a present - bliss.
And here I am the same year, in a dress my mom made for me (I think I have used this picture before). I wonder where that nativity set is now? Christmas is just a few days away, and I am pretty excited for it to be over. Not that I don't love Christmas, I do, but there is a lot of pressure and hype to live up to. For instance, this conversation happened this morning:
W: E, what do you really want for Christmas?
E: A Wii.
W: I know you want a Wii, what else?"
E: Nothing. We need a Wii.
W: Remember in school when you learned about needs and wants? You need water, you need sleep, you nee...
E: A Wii.
I hope Santa delivers.
Also, we have another WHOLE neighborhood kids Christmas breakfast tomorrow. I'm helping, so I will be there, but I am not so certain about the kids. There is going to be a Santa there tomorrow and I just don't think he will be as good as the one they have already met with. And, I don't want them to be confused. I wish the excitement, parties, neighborly gifts and such would be spread out evenly through the year. And I should confess, I am holiday spirited out. I need to take a break from it, my kids need a break from it, before next week. There. I said it. I am a scrooge.