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That Was Magical!

Every year at this time, Santa comes through our town on a fire truck. For the four years we have lived here, we have seen Santa drive down our street on the truck, with all the lights and sirens going. The first two years, J was scared and cried. Now, he cannot wait, and this year was no exception. He gets so excited, in fact, that I usually do not tell him in advance, I just wait for him to hear the sirens. But, the day before, he heard some moms at playgroup taking about it. So, for the whole day that Santa was coming, he was on edge and as soon as it got dark outside, he waited on the couch in front of the window to see if Santa was coming down the road.

At about 7 Pm we heard the sirens. J and K ran to get coats and shoes on. J could see the lights from the fire truck. Santa was close. We could see the firetruck going up and down neighboring streets. J could barely stand the excitement. He kept asking,"When is he going to come down our street?" By about 7:45 PM, The sounds of the sirens had faded. No Santa in sight. We went outside and could not even hear the sirens anymore. J began to get worried. He would ask every 5 minutes "When is Santa coming?" I tried to convince J that Santa would be coming soon, but I myself was not sure. After much reluctance, I convinced the boys to get dressed for bed. It was, after all, bed time. So both boys were in their "footy" pajamas. I put their shoes and coats back on them. We went outside. 8:15 PM. I could not hear anything. By 8:30 Pm, I told the boys that we had to finish getting ready for bed. The boys brushed their teeth and then one more trip outside. No sounds of Santa. By this time, J was sad. I told J that maybe Santa was not coming down our street this year. J is my "feeler" and I could tell that he might start crying at any minute. At 8:45 Pm we prayed our bedtime/Advent prayers and I took them to bed. I told Joshua that I would come get him if I heard Santa, but I really did not have any hope that he would still come. We sang "Jesus" in their bed room. I kissed K goodnight, then kissed J goodnight (by this time J crying a little) . . . I just started to say "I know you are dis.... (I was going to say disappointed), when the sirens started again!!! They were really loud, so I knew Santa was close. J and K jumped out of bed. They ran downstairs and got their coats on and we went outside. Within 2 minutes Santa was in front of our house. The boys were waving wildly at him. K was saying, over and over again, "Hi Santa!".

After Santa was out of sight, we began going into the house. J opened the door, and with a huge smile on his face, he looked at me and said "Mom, that was magical!"

I am such a sap that I began tear up. I love how excited he gets at something as simple as a Santa on the firetruck. I enjoy being able to experience life with him and to see things in a new way. It was a magical evening.

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  1. Oh, that was sweet! I teared up too. Just call me sister sap.

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