North St Paul has their big giant Santa mailbox outside the post office again this year. I swear it's the same one that was there when I was six! I get such a kick out of seeing it ... even more if there's a little kid shoving an envelople in the slot. Isn't that what makes up the magic of Christmas?
When the boys were little, we found this wonderful holder for their wish lists. It was a silver tube, engraved with holly and berries and 'letters to Santa' on it. We'd hang it on the newell post of the banister. The boys would carefully write their list and put it in ... then if you went back a few days later you'd see that something had been crossed off and something else added. All the way to Christmas Eve. What a nightmare!
Bob tightly rolls up all the lists together and puts them back in the holder each year. So we have a history of what they wanted ... and got ... through the years. Right up until last year because once a tradition starts, you've got to keep it going, right?
One tradition that we let go was done again tonight. I loved those photos of the kids with Santa but when Rob turned about 15 it all stopped because Teddy wouldn't go along with it unless the older two did. We're getting ready to ship off Alex's Christmas box to Africa so went to the mall and had a photo take of the three of us with Santa. It's a horrible picture ... aren't they all? But we had them put it on a calendar ... I know Alex will be checking off the days until their plane comes to bring them home ... and he'll get to see our smiling faces when he does!