Today we went to see Christmas (better known as Santa). Yes, Jaxon thinks that Santa's name is Christmas. This is a recent thing. A few weeks ago he knew he was Santa Claus, but as of the last 3 weeks he is Christmas. Who knows?
Brian & I were nervous because last year did not go well.
But last week, my mom started prepping him... "You're going to see Santa. You'll sit on his lap and tell him what you want." sort of thing. So this morning when we told him we were going to visit Santa he said,
Waiting for Santa
Telling Santa he wants a firetruckShowing Daddy the candy cane Christmas gave him.
Waiting for his present.
"Dis is not my present!"
Seconds after these pictures were taken Jaxon had a slight meltdown. (not a tantrum, just pure sadness)
"Where my present?"
"There's no present right now. You'll get it on Christmas Day."
"Dat's Christmas. He give me firetruck. Where is it?"
"It's in the workshop. Santa has to make it and bring it to Lola's house on Christmas Day."
"I go to Rora's house now?"
"No, not now. In a few weeks. We have lots of sleep left."
"I take a wittle nap and wake up and fwy to Rora's house okaay! Den Christmas comes and brings me a firetruck."
The kid was so sad. He broke down again in Old Navy. And I mean genuine, big, sad tears, wondering why Christmas hadn't given him his firetruck like he asked.
It's going to be a loooooong 20 days!
The official picture