Savannah's Weblog

We were both sad about Savannah's feeling left out when she goes back to preschool in January. We got her some gifts. We told her they were given because we love her and that God gives us everything we need, and He gives us fun things too.

We did not bring up Santa. We decided if she insisted that Santa left them, we would drop the subject. But she never asked about Santa. A lot of children associate getting presents this time of year with being good. So if I didn't get any presents, was I not good. It makes me feel sorry for poor children. Not just because they didn't get new stuff but because they might blame themselves.

We got her a new Polly Pocket game, the party bus, (She loves it. That's what she's chosen for her playtime tonight.) as well as a lavendar sweater with candy and snowflakes on it, (It the big multi-colored lollipop that made me want it for her because I have fond memories of those enormous lollipops.) a Dominoes game that she played pretty well at Papa Danny's and Granny Linda's two days ago, and Brad got her a Leap Pad with two extra books.

She helped Seth open his, a Mega Blocks set with little cars and new clothes.

We are about to step out for a family drive and a couple of stops.

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She wants very much to believe in Santa Claus. She tells me he's real and every day tells me of a new rule she's heard. If you want toys, Santa brings you what you want. If he comes down the fireplace with a fire, he'll get burned. You have to leave chocolate milk and cookies out to say thank you. His reindeer land on the roof, and they don't fall off. Santa has a beard. Where is the North Pole? We have to leave oatmeal on the lawn to get the reindeer to come to our house.

Isn't it usually the parent trying to convince the child of his existence? When she first mentioned Santa a few weeks ago, I told her that Mama and Daddy don't do Christmas and that Santa is not real. I also told her not to tell her classmates that he's not real. I blieve this is the only time I told her. I did hear Brad say it once. We dropped it though because she wants to believe it and gets somewhat distressed if we contradict her. So when she gives me these rules, I say, "Really?" "Are you sure?" or "Where'd you hear that?"

I think deep down she believes us. Just because. That's probably why she's trying to convince me. I kept her out of preschool today, the source of a lot of her information, because Santa was supposed to make a visit. We went to the mall for ice cream and the carrousel. She's been going to sleep very nicely. And sleeping through as well.

It's said for me. Preschool meets Monday, then disbands for Christmas break. I'm considering not sending her back the first day they reconvene. I vividly remember going back to school in January telling everyone about each gift and each happy in my stocking. My friends did the same.

I don't want for her to realize that something as happy as toys magically appearing isn't true. But this one is not something I'll compromise.

God gives us our blessings.

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Granny Ruth greeted Savannah with a new lavendar smelling doll which Savannah named Pinkie. She got to see Papa and his white Santa beard. She had biscuits and gravy for the first time.

Savannah finally got to play with the cousins we've talked about for a while. I wasn't sure how well she remembered them. In Arkansas, she got to play with Jacob, Adam, Curtis, Erin and Jonathan. In Mississippi she got to play with Kimberly two times. They also sat beside each other at Cock of the Walk. Her older cousin Denise gave her a stuffed fat winter mouse that she sleeps with every night. He's big enough that it's like she's almost sharing a half bed with someone.

She was not very well most of the trip. She may have caught another cold during the first week. Her cough is only just subsiding. She complained of a headache the last two days of our trip, the plane ride home and a fourth day too. It seems to be gone. I believe she was exhausted because it started after a very full day of playing with Kimberly, accompanied by a fever. I felt responsible because I'd gone to a Mary Kay party, then Wal-Mart with Betty Ann. Daddy and other relatives were with her. I don't think my being there would've been much different. When little ones play hard, it's a struggle to get them to calm down long enough for a quiet time.

She asked if we could stay in Mississippi forever. But when we came home Monday night, she and Seth explored the house, with renewed interest in toys they hadn't seen in almost 17 days.

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