December 15, 2007
Santa Claus Came to Town
My son has been talking about Santa for days. He tells me every morning that he’s been “a berry good boy” and that Santa Claus is going to bring him “lots and lots of pwesents” and put them under his Christmas tree.
Yes, the tree that he helped me decorate last week does not belong to Mommy or Daddy. It is “Dawson’s Tree”, and he’ll let Murphy sit underneath it because “Mur-see is Dawson’s puppy”.
When Dawson was just a wee baby boy he could have cared less about sitting on Santa’s lap. Whe he was a little over one year old, he started to cry the moment I placed him on the big guy’s lap. At two years old, he screamed as though he was being murdered. In fact, I had to stand next to Santa Claus just to get Dawson to go near him, and he held onto me for dear life. (Photo recap can be found here.)
This morning I was talking to my mom on the phone, and I mentioned that I was taking Dawson to see the jolly fellow at the mall. She asked to speak to Dawson and so I turned on the speaker phone.
“Dawson, are you going to see Santa Claus today?”
“Yeah, Nonna. Santa Cwaus is bwinging Dawson lots of pwesents. He’s gonna put them under Dawson’s Christmas twee. We have a nice twee, Nonna.”
“You’re not going to be scared are you?”
“No, Dawson not scared. Santa Cwaus is Dawson’s fwend.”
“Where is Santa Claus going to be? At the mall?”
“No, Nonna. Santa Cwaus not at the mall. We’re going to the North Paw.”
“The what?”
“Santa Cwaus is at the North Paw, Nonna!”
This is what happens when you let a three-year-old watch the Dora episode about Santa too many times in a row.
I tried to tell him Santa lives at the North Pole, but each and every time he says, “paw”.
It’s actually kind of cute. And surprisingly, Dawson did not scream when he sat by Santa. It took him about ten minutes to warm up to the idea.
Dawson was very excited during the walk from the car into the mall, but once Santa came into sight he got a little shy. He watched the other kids first and he listened intently as they told Santa what they wanted for Christmas.
When it was finally Dawson’s turn he said, “Santa, where is your weindeer?”
“Oh, Santa had to leave the reindeer on the farm. We can’t have them get hit by any cars, now, can we?”
“No, Santa. That’s right. The weindeer have to stay on da farm.”
The entire drive home Dawson warned, “Drive careful, Mumma. You gotta watch out so you don’t hit Santa’s weindeer!”
“I’m not scared of Santa, but I’m not going to smile at you either.”
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December 15th, 2007 at 9:43 PM, Lisa Milton Says:
That Santa is sporting a great beard. Mrs. Claus must be proud.
(Hope you check some extra zzz’s; maybe next decade.)
December 15th, 2007 at 10:37 PM, Dana Says:
I know… the sleep….it’s calling my name!
December 16th, 2007 at 8:27 AM, Denise Says:
Awe! Adorable dude!
December 16th, 2007 at 8:48 AM, patois Says:
That is just too damn precious. And your writing in his voice? Spectacular.
December 16th, 2007 at 12:39 PM, Julie Says:
Hey, man, big boys don’t smile. Smiling is for babies. Sheesh.
December 17th, 2007 at 2:27 AM, Adwina Says:
Oh, my baby boy also loves Santa yet he’s kinda scared of him at the same time…I don’t know why…
December 17th, 2007 at 9:52 AM, Elizabeth Says:
Dawson is the cutest! Especially him telling you to drive carefully so you don’t hit any reindeer-what a sweetie he is.
December 17th, 2007 at 7:40 PM, Christina Says:
Aww, that’s a great picture! I’m glad he was brave enough to sit on Santa’s lap!
December 18th, 2007 at 3:45 PM, Leslie Says:
What a great picture! Dawson is so sweet. This is the greatest age for the whole Santa experience, isn’t it?