Oh, boy, did we have a sad morning Saturday. Sydney learned that bad weather (i.e. slippery roads) was forcing us to cancel our trip to the Cities. Which meant we wouldn't be able to go to the special family dinner where Santa shows up each year. Despite assurances that Santa would leave a present for her with Grandma and Grandpa, which they could certainly send up to us, Sydney couldn't stop the tears.
But then something wonderful happened. Call it a little Christmas magic. Or call it being in the right place at the right time.
We made a quick stop at Cub to pick up some milk and other groceries we'd need if we were going to be iced in for a day or so. And guess who was there!
Mommy quickly explained to Santa why Sydney was feeling so sad, and asked if maybe he could have a helper drop off her and AJ's presents at our house instead. The jolly old elf (who actually looked rather young) was happy to nod his head and smile and agree.
When we got home, Sydney quickly found the cookies she'd made the night before and poured a glass of milk (because what else do you do when you hear Santa is coming?) Mommy, meanwhile, headed on a quick search to find and wrap two presents.
Since we didn't actually have a helper who could stop by, and I didn't want to make the kids wait until the next morning to get their gifts, I snuck around and set them on the front porch. I then called the house from my cell phone, which Jeff answered. He then told the kids that Grandma had called to say she'd talked with Santa and he wanted to make sure we saw the presents. He must have gotten there before we got home from shopping, and so he left them on the porch.
The kids were thrilled. Sydney got her Lalaloopsy doll and AJ got his the batting gloves he'd asked for.
Thankfully, Santa had realized that a pair of batting gloves in the middle of winter wouldn't be the most exciting gift, and so threw in a pack of baseball cards, as well.
Once the excitement of the new presents wore off, Sydney thought of something new to be sad about. Santa didn't get his cookies.
I told her we could set out some more when he comes back to fill their stockings on Christmas. I then suggested she could eat the ones she'd set out now. No argument there!
It's a merry, even if slippery, start to Christmas.
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