But, not this year... This year was a happy Christmas.
This year, Mum didn't cry on Christmas Day.
It was the first year that I understood what was going on. I knew it was a special time. I felt the magic.
I don't believe in the Santa stuff or the flying reindeer.
I didn't believe last year, either.
(We're not sure how this happened, but Dexter rolls his eyes and sighs when we talk about Santa. Sometimes, this little boy is too wise for his own good!)
I do like Santa, though.
That beard is pretty awesome and the red suit is fun. And, the Santas I have met have been really cool. They give me an extra hug and a special hello.
This year, I enjoyed the countdown to Christmas. I liked the advent stockings. I liked being helped to get the surprise out of the stocking, whenever it was my turn. I liked that I got popping candy or chocolate most days!
I liked the lights. When we went driving, this year, I was able to focus and concentrate and see the Christmas lights. I hadn't really been able to do that, before. This year, I loved the colours.
I liked the singing and the music, this year.
I liked being helped to write a letter to Santa, even though I don't believe. I liked making reindeer food, even though I don't believe.
I liked sleeping in my Noisy Sister's bedroom on Christmas Eve, feeling excited about the next day. It took me ages to fall asleep. Whenever a grown up came in to check on me (and tell me to go to sleep!) I had a big grin on my face.
I liked waking up on Christmas morning, with my sisters. I didn't even really mind that it was so early. I liked when everyone came in to the bedroom.
And, while I still needed help to sit and I needed help to open my presents, I was happy. I was a part of it. I was happy to open presents. I was happy to play with whatever was inside.
When I opened my drum kit, I started playing with it before it came out of the wrapping! I was excited and smiling and happy.
And, I was feeling strong and healthy.
I still didn't run around the house. I couldn't hug Mum and Dad, without their help. I couldn't sneak chocolates from the table or talk about my presents, but I was happy.
This Christmas, Mum didn't cry.
She didn't cry because she knew I was excited and happy.
I like this Christmas business.
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