I seriously can’t believe how close Christmas is! Where did the time go?!?! The good news is I’m kind of getting into the holiday spirit now. My daughter’s Santa fades definitely helps a lot bring the best of Christmas out.
Yes, I still wish my parents could experience Christmas with a granddaughter, but the reality is they can. I need to accept that because it’s not like I can change it. They’re not here anymore. It’s definitely easier said than done. But you know what, it’s the truth.
Today, my daughter and I went to a Christmas party at the community center and drove in a fire truck around our neighborhood. Santa coming to town brought back so many memories of my dad and childhood. The once I have somehow blocked out. I can’t tell you why I did, but it happened.
I never stopped loving seeing Santa on the fire truck, even when I found out he’s not real. It’s just magical and helps me remember why I love Christmas so much. I love the idea of one joy man with reindeers making everyone happy because that’s what I love to do. I love making others happy before myself. With that being said, my daughter’s excitement about seeing on the fire trunk remembered me how simple and joyful Christmas used to me. I used to be her. I truly loved Christmas. Then my parents died and my job died alone with them. But today changed everything because I realized my love for Christmas didn’t have to end. It’s just the beginning with my daughter.
My dad used to dress up as Santa at the Church I used to go to as a child. I never knew it was my dad until I was a little older than my daughter. When I found out, my dad told me that Santa needed helpers because he was busy making toys in the North Pole. I love this response to this day because it’s perfect. How else could you explain to a child without breaking his or her belief in Santa? I’m not sure how any other parent kept the faith alive, but this is definitely what I’m going to say to my daughter.
I just remember loving seeing Santa as much as my daughter did. Her face was just priceless. Her joy shined through her excitement and smile when she walked in. She couldn’t even get the courage to tell Santa what she wanted until no little kid was around. I assume she thought what she wanted was a secret. The moment will stay with me forever. She’s so precious. It’s funny how one moment can change your whole point of view.
When I started writing this post in the morning, I intended it is about how my Christmas spirit kinda came back. Well, I’m happy to say after the Christmas party and my daughter reminds me of myself growing made my spirit came back in full force. It’s about time right since Christmas is almost here!
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