The Collapsing Definition of Santa Claus
Ding-dong.
When the doorbell rings, my son asks if it's Santa again.
It's a Saturday in December, and Christmas is finally drawing near.
My son says "Christ-Christ-mas,"so I'm going to go along with it in a big way.
Recently, my son has entered the peak of his "no-no" phase,
and I have absolutely no energy left myself.
Housework hasn't been getting done since the morning,
and if a burglar were to break in,
the house is in such a state of chaos that they'd probably mistake it for a place that had already been robbed and leave.
But, since we're trying to somehow turn these days that just won't go right into laughter?!
Our family is spending our days making heavy use of the "Christ-Christ-mas" Santa Claus.
I wonder if he'll turn into the Setsubun demon once Christ-Christ-mas is over (lol).
Should I report to Santa Claus that you haven't eaten your meal?
Should I report that you didn't go to daycare?
You didn't sleep. You didn't take a bath.
Maybe I'll report that too ☺️
Our house reports to Santa quite a lot.
Just how many Santas are there?
It's an educational policy full of things to poke fun at. I don't mean it seriously, but I've been saying it in a somewhat serious tone lately, and
since my three-year-old boy is growing up so honestly, it's actually proving effective (lol).
That's why it's funny and I can't help but say it.
However, the definition of Santa Claus in our house is starting to collapse before Christmas even arrives.
Because.
Something is sent every week from Grandma and Grandpa in Kansai before Christ-Christ-mas. From my son's perspective, when the doorbell rings, he seems to be wondering,Is this from Santa? Or from Grandma and Grandpa?at least for a moment.
Just when I think that, without any prior consultation,
a huge cardboard box arrives at our house.
Huh??!! What is this?!
That's right. The culture of reporting, informing, and consulting doesn't exist in our house.
Usually, packages just arrive out of the blue.
Then, my husband Mitoma rushes to respond.
He made a silly mistake and accidentally had the presents delivered to our house without specifying a date (this was a week ago, so it was about two weeks before Christ-Christ-mas).
When this happens,
What even is the definition of Santa in our house anymore?!
As a desperate measure, I made up some nonsensical excuse in front of the huge cardboard box, saying, You can't open it until the day Santa says it's okay. and that was that.
Wait. Wasn't this the one my son picked out with his dad?! Wasn't the plan to pretend it was a gift from Santa? That's what Mom thinks, but it seems he hasn't figured it out yet (lol).
And why is that even the case!!!???
Anyway, it seems he poked a hole in the cardboard with his finger and confirmed that the yellow excavator he wanted was inside (lol).
But I am impressed by my son's integrity; once he confirmed what was inside, he didn't want to open it and has been strictly keeping his promise.
By the way, the other day, my son received a gift from Santa at the English class we attend together.
What on earth is the definition of Santa in our house? Oh well. Never mind that.
I find myself wondering how everyone else is getting through Christmas.
By the way, even though we took a picture together,
he was such a realistic Santa that
my son didn't smile and couldn't bridge the distance, but he came home overjoyed with his gift (lol).
Everyone, this time next week will be Merry Christmas. (*^^*)
Let's do our best!!
Have a wonderful day today too✨🌟
May you and I both have the best luck and smiles (*^^*)
Every day is a good day.
P.S.
Yesterday was Urimo-san's year-end party!
A lot of friends gathered, but it was a night where putting him to sleep took an unusually long time (lol) (My son, thinking 'Mom is putting me to sleep with a happy look on her face, something is up,' positively interpreted it as 'she's going to play with me,' so I was secretly listening and slipping away (lol)).
I'll listen to the archive again (*^^*)
Wait? There is an archive, right??!! (lol)
Thank you all for your hard work!