For weeks I had built up to it.
“We’re going to have to write to Santa Claus this year, Violet,” I told my daughter. “He really loves getting mail from all the kids around the world and I think it will be pretty exciting for him to open his mailbox and find a letter from you in there.”
She would smile and agree with me, not totally grasping the concept at first.
Slowly though, she came around.
“What are you going to ask Santa for when we write him a letter?” I’d ask her.
“A little gold bouncy ball!” was her answer every time. Now, I have no idea how or where she ever got the idea of a ‘little gold bouncy ball’ as her main desire, but she did and that was that.
And who am I to argue with such a simple and easy request, right?
This was the scene starting right after Halloween, We’d discuss the letter we needed to write a little and then move on to other more pressing matters (cookies, Crayons, stickers). Then, about ten days ago, I started getting a little nervous for her.
“We’re well into the holiday season now, kid. We’d better actually splash a little ink down on some paper and get that letter done pronto, Tonto.”
And so we did.
One night during dinner I announced to my three year-old girl that tonight was the night. It was high time we wrote those very first letters to old Saint Nick. In retrospect, like a lot of things Christmas, I was probably way more into it than they were for a long time. But once my wife sat down at the table with them and began the ball rolling with a large cache of junk-drawer markers and pens and envelopes and stickers, they caught that Santa Claus fever real quick. Even Henry, who had no real idea what we were all up to, joined in the fray.
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