This is one of those stories that I'm blogging about because I never, ever want to forget it....
Lucas and Nathaniel spent this past weekend with my parents and attended a Christmas party after church on Sunday. Santa was there and while Nathaniel wanted nothing to do with him, Lucas happily sat on his lap. He whispered a wish to Santa who replied, "I'll do my best."
Lucas didn't breathe a word of his wish to my parents and so for part of the drive back home, Abel and I tried to get it out of him. Mostly, I was worried that there was one toy he hadn't mentioned to us, but only to Santa, that he really, really wanted.
We learned that the "thing" is invisible and that only "good guys" have it. Despite many, many guesses, we never figured it out.
At bedtime, in between books and songs, Lucas told me his secret wish, the one thing he really wanted for Christmas. I waited with baited breath as he took a few moments before whispering it to me.... He said, what I really want is "the true spirit of Christmas."
I thought I was going to cry right then and there.
I told him that if that was his true wish then it means he already has the true spirit of Christmas inside of him.
We sang songs and moved onto prayers. After reciting the memorized Our Father and nearly-memorized Hail Mary together, he said he wanted to say another prayer. He folded his hands and squeezed his eyes and prayed to Santa* to please, please bring toys to all the poor children, too. Lucas went on to say that he'd help but that poor children and homeless children needed presents, too, and please, Santa, don't forget them.
Oh my goodness. Could a mother's heart melt any further?
Lucas knows that we buy gifts for other children via the church's giving tree each year, and this year I talked to Lucas about putting some of his own money toward a gift for a child (he's got a whopping $7 saved at the moment!) who "might not get any other gifts." I didn't think about the fact that, in Lucas's mind, this would mean that Santa was skipping these children as well.
I am so proud of my kind and generous boy, my boy who truly does know the true spirit of Christmas.
But, now, how do I re-explain all this so as not to make Santa sound like the bad guy who leaves poor children off his list?
*Yes, apparently some slight confusion here but I didn't mind, considering the content and spirit of the prayer.
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