Nestled in the forlorn parts of snow covered MN, an up-too-early child wonders. And an out-of-sorts-too-tired-yet-to-be-awake mom, begins another day.
My boy: "Is the 24th the first day of Christmas?"
Me: "No, Christmas Day is the first day of Christmas. December 25th." (said for about the millionth time in the last week)
My boy: "Oh. On the 25th then Santa comes!!!"
Me: "Well, yes, but more importantly Jesus is born. That's what we celebrate, remember?"
My boy: "What??!! Jesus gets born all over again??!!"
Oh goodness, little boy, can mommy finish her coffee first before we get into a discussion on the true meaning of Christmas? Child of mine, have you really missed the point every time we've discussed this?
I sense a long day ahead.