Finn seems to be much more aware of Santa, and much more excited for Christmas, than Liam was at his age. I'm so glad he has a big brother to teach him such things. Several times today he asked me when Santa was coming.
We went out for a a little hike at Radnor Lake this afternoon, and before we got started, Liam had to use the restroom. As I waited with Finn, I decided to make some small talk. Knowing he'd asked Santa for a helicopter a few days ago, I casually asked him what he thought Santa would bring him. He affirmed his desire for a helicopter. When I asked him what he thought Santa might bring me, he paused, then said, "A football?" I said, sure, a football would be nice, and asked what he thought Santa would bring daddy. Again, "maybe a football?" Was I missing a latent desire or something? What was with the footballs??
Anyway, after our hike we ate a little and went to the family service at church. The boys demonstrated the worst behavior of any of the kids there. Fortunately, when the offeratory was being passed around and Finn declared, very loudly, "I WANT MY MONEY" over and over again, most people seemed eager to believe he said he wanted his mommy. In his defense, he wanted to put money in the bowl, but still.
In the spirit of the "A Christmas Story" movie, and remembering the fa-ra-ra-ra-ra's, we decided to stop by the only restaurant open on the way home and get some Chinese take out. It was the best asian food I had had in years. Yum. When we finally got the boys to bed and were able to spend a minute talking to each other without constant interruptions ("Why do people have hair? What about bald people? etc) I had a revelation, about four hours too late. Matt had brought up two gifts for the boys from his partner, and they were in gift bags under the tree. I myself had peeked a few days ago, so I knew that they contained footballs. The little sneak.
Merry Christmas!
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