In just a few days, Jamie will be celebrating his first Christmas. He’s 9 months old and incredibly interactive with the world around him, so it’ll be interesting to watch.
The lead in to the holiday is as easy as it will ever be. Meg and I won’t have to play Santa this year. He won’t know the difference. We also haven’t had to do anything as far as covering our gift-buying tracks. His presents remained out in the open for days. While he’s seen everything he’ll be getting, he’ll be just as surprised on Christmas morning as if we hid them.
This will be one of the few years that Meg and I won’t have to be on the lookout for the latest and greatest toy. There’s no expectation for the holiday, and no greed. He is genuinely more interested in everything on this list, than creating his own. It’s nerve racking from a safety standpoint, and beautiful in its innocence.
The holiday season started the other night at my parents’ house. I can already see how all the cliches about being more interested in the wrapping paper hold true.
Jamie says Merry Christmas! Well, he doesn’t really talk yet, so you have to kind of interpret the babbles. But I’m pretty sure that’s what they mean.
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