Christmas Elves

The freckled one I fell for 24 years ago is due back any minute from the train ride he took to NYC with Punch, to see Santa at Macy's.

I don't know which one of them was more excited to see the old elf.

H. texted me a photo of Punch on Santa's lap, and she looked happy. Figgy used to be afraid of Santa Claus--until the year she perched willingly on his lap in her pink tulle dress and pink flowered hairband. I think that was the year she figured out the mystery behind the beard, so maybe she didn't have to be so timid anymore.

Seeing Christmas through a child's eyes reminds me of the excitement I felt. How I really believed the words in the song that said Santa sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake. I was also enthralled with the image of a red-nosed reindeer who had no friends at first and then ended up leading the team. And of course, the manger--we had a big one outside the church, and on Christmas Day, Baby Jesus appeared in his straw-covered crib.

Even though it's late, it may still be bubble bath time soon for someone who loves bubble baths. Not sure yet.

And one of us has to head out at 11 to pick up Figgy and friend from the movies.

Sending good wishes your way.