As we traveling up the escalator at the nearby mall, my daughter spied “Santa” blowing his nose in between lap visitors.
“SANTA! SANTA!!! SAAAANTAAHH!” Ava bellowed across the mall causing the frosted glass bulbs in Crate and Barrel to clang together and the Aveda apron lady to rattle her tray of comforting tea. “SAAANTAAHH!”
Santa looked up from his candy cane handkerchief and waved his white glove at the cotton candy blur riding up, up and away.
I hustled the wide-eyed child through the maze of shoppers heavy laden with bags, and strapped her into her car seat as the clouds sent down yet another blanket of snow.
“Mama, I saw Santa. He’s a real Santa. A real Santa. Daddy says that Santa isn’t real, but he is. I saw him and he’s real. Maybe Daddy can come here and I have to show Daddy that that Santa is a real Santa.”
“Alright, Ava”
“Mama, Mama! Maybe God decided that he wanted to make a real Santa!! Right, Mama? Maybe God wanted a real Santa. He wanted a real one, didn’t He Mama? A real Santa! And He can make a real Santa. God can.” Ava declared as the tassels on her had bobbed up and down in agreement. “God makes everything, even real Santas!”
Dear Nate,
Every once in a while I like to browse through Mama blogs to find out if the wee little ones are being good wee little ones this time of year. Startled and disappointed I write to you, as I now know that you told your three-year old daughter that I wasn’t real. C’mon man, she’s three. She deserves to put cookies and milk out and sleep on the couch hoping to catch me leaving gifts. And I deserve those cookies!
After all I’ve done for you, Nate, this is how you treat me? REALLY?!?! Well looks like I will be leaving nothing or worse in your stocking this year.
NO LOVE,
Santa
Santa (up north),Please accept my apologies. But somebody broke the news to me that you were a fake when I was 6 years old sledding down a hill one sad winter day. I think I’ll spare her the disappointment. But perhaps if I tell her that you are real, might I find a Hi-Def projector next to my stocking this year? I think that’d be worth it.And sheesh, how many cookies does a guy need? You really need to watch your weight, fat man.Nate
Hee hee hee… Love the Ava stories and the things that she says!!!
Little Miss Ava is always figuring things out, isn’t she?
that’s so fun.
Ok, Steveo and Nate…that is way too funny. And, why is it that every guy feels the need to include “Hi-Def” in almost every conversation? I can totally tell that you guys are “dudes” writing those letters. Anyways, Ava….you are adorable. Although it’s been said…there’s no Santa….somewhere deep down I question. p.s. Your mommy does a great job painting pictures for us bloggers.
Dear Nate (from the Southside),
I see your request for me to accept your apologies, but you must have misplaced them, for I could not see them anywhere in your text. And no I will not be giving you any gifts, but I heard that prices on projectors and laptops will be very low once again at Best Buy, next Black Friday. And the name calling, there’s no need for that there “lightweight”. Oops I’m sorry did I say that.
Peace out Dawg,
Santa “Fat Man” Clause
Elias and I wrote a letter to Santa today. Elias, dictating what I should write said, “It’s nice that God made Santa and this beautiful day. Christmas day is Baby Jesus’ birthday!”
So think of it as an evangelical outreach, Nate! Santa needs to know, and Elias and Ava want not only to tell him of his creator but the real reason for the season. They got it figured out.