Trust Me, I Know!

Christmas Eve is a special night. A time for gathering with family and friends to focus on what really matters. A time to sit back, eat some great food, with great people and think about the Savior, Jesus Christ and the real reason for the season. It seems that this time of reflection on the important things, this time to be officially done stressing, causes a stillness in our house that prepares the way for the magic of Christmas to really begin. It is like the balance of Spirit and Santa come together to make Christmas the magical holiday that it was intended to be. I really like Christmas Eve. This year, after dinner was cleaned up and friends went home, new PJs opened and put on, the time had come to remember that tonight a very special someone would be on his way. It was decided that Santa would need some nourishment. I was down the hall in Piper’s room when I heard this conversation taking place in the kitchen. It made me giggle.

Crayton: I am leaving Santa a plate of cookies and candy.

Piper: I think that Santa needs something a little bit more nutritious, Crayton. He needs healthy food. I don’t want him to be unhealthy. He is already a little bit chubby and maybe he needs to eat something healthier.

Crayton: What, Piper, you think we should put Santa on a diet?

Ryan, while sweeping (I have to add that because it’s sexy when he sweeps): NO!! Santa doesn’t need to go on a diet. Leave him cookies and chocolates. Santa doesn’t appreciate being put on a diet. Trust me, I know! He’s a little bit overweight. Big deal. No diet!
(maybe this one hits a little close to home, you think?)

Crayton: I bet after going to every house and eating all those cookies he has really high cholesterol.

Piper: Yah and I just don’t think that we should give him all of this junk.

Ryan: He’ll be fine. Trust me, I know. Santa isn’t affected by these things. That is part of what makes him Santa. Just leave him chocolate.

By now, Crayton’s plate of delights was carefully assembled. He was pretty impressed with the selection he was offering his round, jolly friend. It consisted of Snicker’s, 3 musketeers, and of course, cookies.

Piper had assembled her own ensemble. Hers consisted of a piece of whole grain bread and a Clementine. Carefully placed by a festive red vase filled with fresh cut lantana. A staple around here for spontaneous beauty. See here.

Crayton was feeling a little bit concerned with his goody plate and decided it appropriate to add a note. I don’t know if it was a note intended purely for education, information, or warning but it read ‘High Cholesterol’. At least now, when Santa finds out that he has a little problem with cholesterol, it won’t be on Crayton’s head that he wasn’t appropriately warned. Piper would also be free from guilt because, after all, she saw to it that Mr. Claus was offered a healthier choice. Win, win.



For the record, Santa came and he partook a little from both offerings. Note: if you leave Santa whole grain bread, cut off the crust. Apparently he doesn’t like it and he will make a crumby mess on the counter.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!!!