It’s Not All Mary Poppins

Ho, ho, ho

The boys are playing Santa. A chair is the sleigh, various toys are, well, toys, and a set of blocks laid out in a line extending from the front of the chair are reindeer. Right now they’re arguing about who gets to fly down the chimney into Bethlehem and give baby Jesus his presents.

(Yes, I know it’s January, but Christmas is a pretty intense holiday, you know? It takes a kid a few weeks to work it through.)

I’ll bet baby Jesus will be thrilled with his gifts, though: from his infant perspective, a block, a toy airplane, and a red crayon have got to kick the prosaic ass of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.

January 12, 2006 - Posted by | Christmas

6 Comments »

  1. Red crayon? Wise choice. That’s what I would have picked as well.

    Comment by ieatcrayonz | January 12, 2006 | Reply

  2. Gifts fit for a kid, not a king.
    fly down the chimney into Bethlehem… I love it!

    Comment by LoryKC | January 12, 2006 | Reply

  3. Your kids are so imaginative when they play together – you are a great care-giver to let them explore and play freely. I love hearing about their games and quirky statements.

    Comment by Kristen | January 12, 2006 | Reply

  4. I loved making tents out of blankets and cardboard boxes…that was my time-machine. Or plane. or car.

    Comment by fin | January 13, 2006 | Reply

  5. Crayonz: It was Darcy’s choice. I’ll tell him you approve.

    Lory: After all, at this stage in his life, he was just a normal wailing, pooping, nursing baby. Probably kept his parents up half the night, too… Fun how the tykes have all their Christmas lore all neatly formed into a single story, huh?

    Kristen: When I was a young and much more earnest mommy, I did a lot more playing with my kids. Gradually, though, I discovered that they do just as well – sometimes even better – with less attention. I’m there as a resource and a referee, but mostly, my job is to stand back and let them get on with it. And see what a good job they do??

    Fin: Welcome! One day I’ll post pictures of the dining room table draped in blanket, being a time machine. Or a plane. Or a car. Some things about childhood don’t change all that much, do they?

    Comment by Mary P. | January 13, 2006 | Reply

  6. He may need TWO blocks. You know, to bang them together.

    Comment by chosha | January 15, 2006 | Reply


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