Crash course in Christmas


When you have been an adult for a while you forget about ALL the tiny details about Christmastime.

Add that to the fact that that in the 20 years since I was in the Santa Claus prime market set they have added and updated a few things.

Stir in a little I-didn’t-start-out-in-the-baby-years and WHAMO. Hello childhood Christmas memory making.

In all fairness I did know about Jude last Christmas so I have had some prep time. It started with my introduction to Elf on the Shelf. I had never heard of this phenomenon before. Then friends told me about the stuffed Elf that is trained in yuletide espionage. What. The. Hell. I drew the line there. Just no. Apparently I either 1.) don’t run my own life and am the subject of one of the best practical jokes in the history of Christmas or 2.) that elf truly is alive because when I brought the Christmas decorations out of storage in the attic over the weekend one of those elves was in there AND I DIDN’T PUT IT THERE! Of course Jude saw it and instantly fell in love with the thing. Now I am moving an elf around the house at night warning it that if it so much as moves one millimeter from where I put it I will burn it and tell Jude that it got homesick and had to go back to the North Pole.

Pinterest. You suck. I will never be that crafty even if I quit my job and attempt this crap full time. Please stop filling my sister’s inbox with these cute ideas that she can pull off and that I then have to “pinterest fail” for my child just so the cousins can feel equal and fair. Although I will give you props for the Christmas Eve box. That idea was good, and I could just buy things (not make them).

Jude doesn’t understand why I want to erect a tree in the living room. She pointed out that we have a perfectly fine faux ficus collecting dust in the dining room. I can’t deny the logic.

I can’t quite gauge Jude’s take on Santa Claus. She tells me that her foster brother told her about Santa (though she lacks the language skills to really get into too much detail). She thinks that he will bring food and put it in her shoes. I think that this is indeed the custom in Bulgaria however when I ask if she wants to go see Santa she invariably says no and really seems uninterested in him.

I decorated the house over the weekend. I know Jude has seen Christmas decorations before because we saw them together on our few outings in her village this time last year. She got about as excited as she does when I clean every week. Hmmm.

She does enjoy the holiday music. Especially when we are driving. She will hear any song and try to sing along.


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  1. I don’t know about BG, but St. Nikolas bring treats and small gifts in the night from December 5 to 6 in Germany. Children clean their shoes or boots and place them on the window sills where they magically get filled with fruit, sweets, and little trinkets like crayons, books, and glow-in the dark bracelets to be found in the morning. Since I am from Germany, we do participate in this tradition with a little twist. St. Nikolas always brings our kids their Christmas pajamas and maybe a small sweet treat for that morning.

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