It happened. I know everything changes, but it happened. The beginning of the end of stringbain's childhood.
After striking out on Christmas tree procurement on Sunday (3 stops - no tree), we headed to a bigger (and hopefully better stocked) town about an hour away last night. Santa is also available for visits in said town. In an attempt to "simplify" we decided to do both. Kill two birds with one stone - Santa and a tree. Easy.
Hurrying to get everyone ready and dressed in "town" clothes (an entire other post) stringbain announced he didn't even want to see Santa, so it shouldn't matter how he was dressed. Trying to not get that high pitched what-in-the-hell-are-you-talking-about voice, I kept it together and calmly asked "Why don't you want to go see Santa?"
All I got was a shrug. Which means we both knew the answer to my question. The Santa jig is up, but he didn't want to totally burst my y
ou're still my baby no matter what bubble and risk hurting my feelings. I didn't want to cry, I just wished the mainbain had been in the room to watch our careful mystery vanish with a shrug. And that I had squeezed a bit more out of his believing years. And that 12 hadn't come in such a flash.
As I was inwardly mourning this year being different and how everything will change as a result of that shrug... he enthusiastically hopped on the motorized fire truck for a ride with butterbain. Obviously, his childhood isn't completely over!
Oh and tree-wise: complete strike out! After 3 stops last night and total disappointment, we concede: there are no trees out here! We are having an out-of-town tree delivered this afternoon. Hopefully...I'll believe it when I see it.