“Mom, I’m excited about Christmas because the point is the presents,” he says with hopeful eyes, thinking about a rock guitar and a new Hot Wheels track.
“Well, actually, ” I declare, “the point of Christmas is that Jesus was born as a baby.”
Face falls. Eyes squint. Sigh escapes. Voice hardens. “Well, then,” he huffs angrily, “I’m not excited about it anymore.“
And, no, I’m not freaking out that my kid wants Star Wars gear more than the knowledge of God walking on earth. He is, after all, just four years old. Actually, I thought it was pretty funny and very human.
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Chase grew up knowing Santa wasn't real. He got to do all the fun stuff with Santa, he just knew it was for fun! But I'll never forget the day he came home from kindergarten and asked, "Mom, is it okay if we just pretend to believe in Santa Claus?"
Today we stopped and gave some food to a homeless man, I thought this would be a good opportunity to have an object lesson about Jesus/Christmas. When I asked Asher a question about the experience he replied, "I don't want to talk about Jesus, let's talk about the big bad wolf." Sigh.