Once Upon a Time...: I BELIEVE

I Believe...

These were the words that kept coming out of Dave's mouth as he stared at the Christmas tree with his arm around me on Christmas Eve! I didn't know what was up, but then again, this behavior is "normal" for him. He was even incoherent at times, talking about some Polar express picking me up that night?

On Christmas Eve, Dave left the house at 5:00 in the morning to look for something from Santa for the kids! Yup, you read that right, on Christmas Eve! He was looking for a Wii out of all things. One salesman even told him that he was more likely "to find an unicorn on Christmas Eve than a Wii." Anyway, after being gone for several hours, he came home with a few small gifts for the kids and the controls for the Wii. ~~His idea was that Santa could leave a note for the kids explaining to them that there were no more Wiis but that an elf would drop it off at a later time. WHAT?! I let him know that was the stupidest idea I've ever heard, but what else could I do?!!

That afternoon, I went out shopping for a few other gifts from my parents, but before I left the house, Dave kept telling me to please let him know if I was going to purchase any big items. I didn't know where that was coming from, but anyway, I reassured him that I would let him know first.

I was a little concerned about the whole "Santa's letter" idea! Dave's mom was also a little concerned. She even went to Toy's R Us later that day to get the kids something extra, but Dave wouldn't let her bring them over to the house. He kept reassuring us that everything was going to be fine, that "this was not the true meaning of Christmas". So she took the extra gifts back to her house, and Dave kept staring at the christmas tree with his arm around me saying, "I believe..."

That night, we got ready for Santa as usual: we read the "The Night Before Christmas" and tracked Santa on the Iphone one last time (we had been tracking Santa every 15 minutes since we woke up!). We prepared Santa's snacks - everyone knows Santa Clause loves Dr Pepper more than anything, and finally we wrote the jolly old fellow a note.

At Natalia's constant insistence, we finally put the kids to bed (she didn't even want to read the story, because she was afraid she wouldn't be asleep when Santa came by). Normally Dave goes to bed right after the kids go down, but for some reason, Dave waited for me to go to bed this night. I couldn't understand why though. I cleaned the house and got everything ready for the next day, all the way to 2:30 in the morning, and there was Dave still awake, 4 and half hours past his bedtime?!? He even decided to read a little as I was falling asleep? Well, it ALL made sense on Christmas Day - as you'll see in my next post!

Tracking Santa on the iPhone