The kid's first Christmas
My daughters came to live with us in late November 04 So things we still very new to them. They were still adjusting to their new home and were amazed at the simple things like eating, playing with toys that belonged to them and having nice clothes to wear.
When the Christmas tree went up, they did't have any idea what it was. They thought it was pretty and enjoyed decorating it and looking at it but other that... no clue.
When we talked about Santa they were clueless about that as well. They couldn't believe such a thing was possible. Remember, they were four and five years old at this point and had never experienced a Christmas of any consequence.
We took them to the nice mall for a visit to Santa. They asked, "dad... that man really brings us presents?" Of course, I explained and told them the whole deal.
I was really bothered by the fact that they came from a Mexican family and a foster home and never got a fucking present, a tree or any of the traditions associated with it.
Gradually stacks of presents gathered under the tree, and on Christmas eve we put out milk and cookies for Santa.
They were very skeptical about the whole deal and were questioning the whole down the chimney thing and trying to find holes in my story.
We were listening to Christmas music and reading stories and they kept running to the front window.
I thought they were looking for Santa. Finally, I said, "Santa won't come till later after you are asleep."
The girls said, "no dad we are looking for the police mans they always come get us at Christmas"
Fucking sad.
Anyway, when the girls went to sleep I put on my big work boots stomped them around in the fireplace and left dirty boot prints on the white carpet leading to the cookies, took a bite, drank some milk, put out the Santa presents and went to sleep.
The next morning about 8AM I heard a tremendous squealing and laughing.
They dragged me downstairs to show me the footprints and the half eaten cookie. He's real! he's real!!!
They didn't give a shit about the presents. They were caught up in the magic and that was fine with me.
Labels: Personal interest
posted by Bill Rowland @ December 23, 2006
16 Comments
16 Comments:
Damn, Hammer, you need to clean this place once in a while. Dang dust just caused my eyes to tear up.
Yeah, that's it, it must've been the dust.
You're going to be immortalized as one of the best dads ever.
And those girls must have had an epic day when someone aside from the cops showed up that night...they sound like they went bonkers for a month when someone left them presents instead of taking them away.
- ISU Tinkerer
That's so sad and happy at the same time. It's great that you were able to rescue them.
You'd have to have a heart of stone not to cry at that. If my rebellious son turns out like you, Hammer, all will be right with my world. Lucky girls.
Give those girls extra hugs from me. I've been running low on Christmas spirit, and the way this story ends just gave me a much needed infusion.
Merry Christmas... to you, Mrs. Hammer, the girls, and that smart boy who knows how to deal with Democrats knockin' for votes. (Still one of my favorite stories!)
God bless you guy. A fully Merry Christmas to you and your family. Wow.
Amazing. You have a beautiful spirit, and a big heart...It really brings the true spirit of Christmas into sharp relief. I hope that your family has a wonderful Christmas, and an awesome New Year! Sending lots of warm fuzzy Christmas wishes to you, your wife, and beautiful children.
Walrilla: thanks for stopping by bud, sometimes I find it hard to keep the dust out of my eyes myself.
ISU: I was completely taken aback myself, the thing that so many take for granted meant the world to them.
alan: Undoing the damage has it's pain and rewards but certain times
are really special.
kat: Thanks, that is a wonderful compliment. I think things will work out with him in time.
Phoenix: I will for sure. And if I get any tube socks I'll send em your way ;)
Kim, thank you and merry christmas
to you and yours.
Crusader, Thanks for the kind words. My best wishes to you and yours this holiday.
Heck now I'm getting something in my eye...
It is good that people like you and your wife exist, Hammer.
I wish all of your a Merry Christmas...
What an extra-ordinary story. Bless you.
...then the professional carpet cleaners bill came.
I wish that they wouldn't teach Christmas that way. It isn't magic to me.
You bastard.
I'm SO pissed at you.
I should have thought of that.
Merry Christmas, you old softie. God keep you and yours
Thanks Hammer - I needed that!
Wow, that is really touching. Puts life in perspective for you and how lucky those girls are to have you!
Dude! You aren't supposed to put tears in my eyes.
That was beautiful. I wish there were more people like you.
I was late reading this post. But boy... I could feel your girls happiness!
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