Let’s get this straight. I love Christmas. Hell…we have established I am an only child. OF COURSE I LOVE CHRISTMAS. I always got everything I wanted. It rocked. I hope to be able to make my kid light up like freakin glow stick with presents…but ya know what? I can do that now with a cool box and a stick. Everyone keeps asking us what Landon is getting from Santa. To Landon? He is getting jack shit from Santa. He has no idea. We have mentioned Santa and the concept but he really doesn’t get it…nor seems to care to get it. To him, we will get up on Sunday like usual and that day, there will be presents. He will ogle them for 10 minutes and probably go back to his stuffed dog and plastic train. And I am ok with that. He likes seeing Christmas trees and the abundant amount of Chex mix in the house but other than that…whatever. We didn’t take him to see Santa. We don’t blast Christmas music. We don’t watch old Christmas movies with him. I haven’t had him make a gingerbread house. I’m not a scrooge…I am logical. And you know why? Because he is 2. I am not standing in a 2 hour line to see that kid knock out Santa. I see the wrath when he doesn’t want to brush his teeth…much less sit on a strange person’s lap. A gingerbread house would be a hour of me setting it up for 2 minutes of confusion and sugar high. O 2, Glorious 2. So I am living it up another year where we don’t have to place elves on shelves and hide presents around the house (note his tricycle is sitting in the garage…he never notices). I can buy 2 things and know he will be over the moon to just have 1 new Thomas to add to his troop. He will be just as excited to see his grandparents and play tickle monster with them than anything. I can’t say we will keep the commericalism out of Christmas forever but this year? We totally get to.