by Jake Jacobs
10 April 2009
Last Christmas was the first time my daughter was aware of Christmas as something special. She's been going to school in Pattaya, but when she and Ta arrived here in Singapore she couldn't go to sleep before seeing a "Kwissmas twee." (Yes, kids do talk like that, just like in the funny papers.) I explained several times about Santa, I hung up stockings, and, on Christmas Eve put out milk and cookies because "Santa needs quick energy; he's got a long drive."
After she went to sleep I snuck the presents from their hiding place and grouped them under the tree, then carefully ate two and a half of the three cookies, and poured out most of the milk. (I hate milk.) In the morning I woke them up: "Hurry! Come look! Look: the milk and cookies are gone! Who ate those? Look: there are Christmas crackers in the stockings! Look: there is a lump of coal in Uncle Charlie's stocking – see what happens to bad boys and girls? Look: presents under the tree..." She finally got it; she understood Christmas.
That night she went to the fridge. "What are you doing, honey?" She got a plate, put some cookies on it, poured a glass of milk... I hate it when kids are smarter than I am!
|The rest of this article (9.13 K) is premium content. Please subscribe below.|
Article text Copyright © 1999-2018 Jake Jacobs and GammonVillage Inc.