Miss Em wrote her first letter to Santa tonight. It wasn't a page full of scribble, but fully formed sentences in her handwriting. Watching her put her thoughts to paper was a magical moment for me. Sometimes the spirit of the season is lost, lost in packages, traffic, crowds, the woes of the world, but tonight I witnessed the spirit of the season in my child's eyes.
I like you. Santa, I like Rudolph. Do you have magic? Please may I have a moving horse? Abbie would like a crab apple. Ethan would like a train. Dad would like a cheesecake. Mom would like a hat. Thank you.