Last night I had a nightmare. In the dream I woke up and walked to the kitchen to start my day, getting the kids to the table to eat, locating socks that matched that sort of stuff. I turned on the coffee – and even while dreaming I could tell it was a dream becuase I only had to push the button. I NEVER remember to set the pot the night before – anyway, I pushed the button to start the coffee and pulled open the drapes to see snow. Lots of snow. At least six inches of it. It was perfectly white without a footprint or tire track to be seen. It was horrible.

This morning I woke up late, but instead of starting the kids on breakfast or making coffee, I rushed to the window, pulled back the drapes and almost cried. In relief.

No snow. Yet.

Knock on wood.

I know that eventually it will come – in fact, it was supposed to start snowing right around three PM today, snow all night and all of the next day, but it’s 11:30 and the sky is still free of those disgusting flakes.

The boys are excited. They want s-n-o-w.

Heh.

The little one, he’s five. He can spell L-o-g-a-n, b-u-t-t and s-n-o-w. Because in my house? Snow is a bad word. We live steps from a  snow drop off, where the graders and dump trucks deposit their crap after cleaning the streets. It makes for a very nice – their words not mine- snow hill, and they want to go sliding.

I could, quite happily, go the rest of my life without snow.

And I really need Christmas to get here just a bit faster too. It is taking ALL my will power to not walk tot he closet where the gifts are hidden and try on my new socks – just to see how they will fit. So far the only thing keeping me from doing so is that you can never get socks to flatten as perfectly as they do in the factory, after they have been worn, and the boys are smart enough to see that a pair has been tried on, so unless I want them thinking their daddy likes to prance around in thigh high striped socks all day (Because mommy would never sneak a look at presents!!) I have to stay strong.

But dammit. It’s HARD.

Speaking of Christmas I have a question about stockings. In your family, are the Christmas stockings filled by Santa and opened Christmas morning, or just another decoration that gets filled with small gifts by family?

I ask becuase in my family, our stockings were hung on the 24th and Santa filled them with little things, candy, an orange, socks, deodorant, that kind of thing, but it was all clearly from Santa. When Micah was growing up, his stocking was a decoration, but his parents bought little things and called them stocking stuffers, but it was known that they were from mom and dad, not Santa.

While we were shopping last Saturday night, Micah and I picked up something for the boys and he said, in a…. not loud voice, in a conversational voice, but loud enough that people around could easily hear, that the gift we had just picked up would be good for the boys stockings. I shushed him and pointed out a little boy about 6 or 7 and told him he can’t say things about Santa and stockings around kids.

He reminded me again that while he was growing up, stockings had nothing to do with Santa and I want to know. Stockings: Santa or no?

EDIT: It’s 9Am (Tues) and ZOMG! Still no snow!

∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 11.30.2009
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