You Better Watch Out, You Better Not Cry
December, 2016
When my oldest was five years old (THE HEIR), I decided to make his Christmas really special. You know how we, as mothers. made home-made cookies and left them on a Christmas designed plate with a glass of milk and maybe a carrot for Rudolf? Well, been there, done that. This year was different.
When we tucked him in and he fell asleep, I pulled out from the closet my husband's L.L. Bean boots and several of the largest size baking soda boxes that I had hidden after previously purchasing from the grocery store.
I laid down a boot on the rug, poured baking soda around the perimeter, lifted the boot, placed the matching boot a step ahead, and again poured the baking soda. After several times, it looked as if Santa had sloughed off snow on his way from our fireplace to the Christmas tree and laid out his presents.
The fireplace stood empty because we didn't use it. We had a red enamel wood burning stove. When the logs were burning, the stove lit up a beautiful Christmas red and then became part of the room's holiday decor.
Christmas morning came and THE HEIR jumped out of bed, ran into the living room, and saw all the presents and Santa's footsteps! Overjoyed, his eyes widened! Santa came! He looked so cute in his Stewart plaid red pajamas with red piping on the collar and long sleeves and also wearing his solid navy blue housecoat. He wore no house shoes, just those sweet bare feet which ran down the hall.
Our usual festivities of opening all the presents ensued and then friends and family popped over to see what THE HEIR received. He bragged about Santa's footsteps on the rug. And as the days wore on and more people dropped by, Santa's footprints were still on the rug. He continued to show them off.
Nailed it.
When THE SPARE (our second son) turned five, I remembered how THE HEIR received such joy from my creativity that I tried to pull this same trick.
We did the same thing again. But our savvy second son in his cotton long-sleeved blue dinosaur pajamas, just looked at the situation and the first thing out of his mouth was, "Why hasn't it melted?"
Didn't think he'd catch that.
Theme: THE JOKE'S ON YOU
Title: "You Better Watch Out, You Better Not Cry..."
Found in Closet: 1990 - L.L. Bean Boots
~from SHE'S A KEEPER! Confessions from a Southern Girl's Closet
When my oldest was five years old (THE HEIR), I decided to make his Christmas really special. You know how we, as mothers. made home-made cookies and left them on a Christmas designed plate with a glass of milk and maybe a carrot for Rudolf? Well, been there, done that. This year was different.
When we tucked him in and he fell asleep, I pulled out from the closet my husband's L.L. Bean boots and several of the largest size baking soda boxes that I had hidden after previously purchasing from the grocery store.
I laid down a boot on the rug, poured baking soda around the perimeter, lifted the boot, placed the matching boot a step ahead, and again poured the baking soda. After several times, it looked as if Santa had sloughed off snow on his way from our fireplace to the Christmas tree and laid out his presents.
The fireplace stood empty because we didn't use it. We had a red enamel wood burning stove. When the logs were burning, the stove lit up a beautiful Christmas red and then became part of the room's holiday decor.
Christmas morning came and THE HEIR jumped out of bed, ran into the living room, and saw all the presents and Santa's footsteps! Overjoyed, his eyes widened! Santa came! He looked so cute in his Stewart plaid red pajamas with red piping on the collar and long sleeves and also wearing his solid navy blue housecoat. He wore no house shoes, just those sweet bare feet which ran down the hall.
Our usual festivities of opening all the presents ensued and then friends and family popped over to see what THE HEIR received. He bragged about Santa's footsteps on the rug. And as the days wore on and more people dropped by, Santa's footprints were still on the rug. He continued to show them off.
Nailed it.
When THE SPARE (our second son) turned five, I remembered how THE HEIR received such joy from my creativity that I tried to pull this same trick.
We did the same thing again. But our savvy second son in his cotton long-sleeved blue dinosaur pajamas, just looked at the situation and the first thing out of his mouth was, "Why hasn't it melted?"
Didn't think he'd catch that.
Theme: THE JOKE'S ON YOU
Title: "You Better Watch Out, You Better Not Cry..."
Found in Closet: 1990 - L.L. Bean Boots
~from SHE'S A KEEPER! Confessions from a Southern Girl's Closet
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