Christmas

Santa was all the rage, once he was off our property. Jackson kept talking about his visit from Christmas day.

“But Santa was different,” he said.

Uh oh! Did he notice?! Does he know??

“There was a problem,” Jackson continued. “He didn’t have a beard.” 

I don’t know if it was the mask that was throwing him off, or maybe the cotton ball beard is getting sparse, but Jackson seemed to know something was fishy, lol.

Jackson got a pair of scissors in his stocking.

Jackson: “Daddy moved the elephant higher. He moved it from Beckham’s stocking to the tree.”

Daddy?! It’s supposed to be MAGIC!

Last night Jackson moved the elf — aka the elephant — and hid it himself behind the door in Beckham’s room. This morning when he got up, it was on the table eating a fruit bar.

Jackson: “Who found the elephant behind Beckham’s door? Did someone go in Beckham’s room quietly and get it and put it on the table?”

Me: “Maybe the elf got up and walked downstairs and climbed up on the table?” 

Jackson: “Try again, Mommy. Those aren’t the words.”

Our second day of the elf, and Jackson has continued to call it the elephant, haha. But when I called it the elephant, he corrected me: “That’s not an elephant. It doesn’t even have a trunk.”

Justin took Jackson downstairs in the morning so I missed his first reaction to our new elf. But when I woke up, he ran to tell me he found the “elephant” lol.

I’m not so sure the magical element has really sunk in yet. He then said, “Now I’ll go hide it and you can find it!”

And he keeps asking if we can play “that game” again tomorrow.

It’s no game… it’s Christmas magic!

Me: “Jackson do you want to frost some more trees?”

Jackson: “I’m really busy. I need to watch my show.” 

At least we finished a few “trees” for our gingerbread house before Jackson’s schedule filled up.