10/12/10
It’s nearly Christmas. I was nannying and they had their christmas tree up, so conversation naturally got onto christmas.
8-year-old Tom said, “You know what I really want to do…I want to install a camera into one of these balls on the tree so that I can find out whether Santa’s really real or not.”
I smiled, “That would be a good idea.”
“My friend at school did it, like he installed the camera and everything and it worked and he said he saw santa!”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.”
“We have our presents on Christmas eve because it’s the German tradition”, I said.
Tom looked confused, “Oh, does Santa go to Germany first?”
“Maybe. But everyone in Germany has their presents on Christmas eve.”
Tom looked shocked and exclaimed, “Really, so Santa doesn’t go to Germany at all?!”
I tried SO hard not to laugh. “I don’t know…maybe he doesn’t.”
“Oh,” Tom thought for a while and said, “What if you don’t have a chimney? How does Santa get in?” Then after another second’s thought, “Oh he probably just goes down those pipe things on the side of the wall.”
Another stifled laugh by me, loving every minute of this conversation.
“But we don’t have any pipe things either…he probably has to smash a window to get in,” Tom said.
“Or maybe he’s invincible!” I said, “Maybe he can come through the window without needing to smash it.”
Tom stared off in the distance and then a lightbulb suddenly switched on in his head, “Oh I know! Maybe Santa is Jesus!”
I raised my eyebrows, wondering where he would go with this,
“Because Jesus would get lots of presents on his birthday and he would be like ‘I don’t need all these’ so he would want to share them with the rest of the world. It makes sense because Jesus wouldn’t need to smash a window to get into the house.”
By this time it was too much to contain my laughter but I managed to control it enough to get a small smile out of Tom, probably wondering what I found so funny.
“Who gives Jesus presents?” I said.
“Oh lot’s of people,” Tom said confidently and began counting his fingers, ‘There’s the three wise men, joseph, mary, God, the angels…”
I smiled, “Well there you go, that’s an interesting thought!”
A few days later he was talking about the Christmas decorations and he told me a cockroach had bitten into one of the rock hard santa decorations and made a hole in it. I tried not to laugh as I pictured the tiny, fragile soft mouth with no teeth of a cockroach managing to claw into a solid rock santa!
As we looked at his christmas tree he said in a matter-of-fact voice, “This Christmas tree is 7.5 metres tall.”
I love how kids just speak their minds and are so confident in what they are saying! (the measurement was a little off…something like 2 metres would be a bit of a better guess!)
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