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Trifecta: Belief (Going Green Christmas)

They stood toe to toe.

Black patent leather lined up against Lightening McQueen Red.

One white gloved hand reached out for the other and I’d swear later that a smile passed between those palms.

A bearded face gazed down into its clean shaven mirror, delighting in its rosy cheeked twin.

I took in their Mutt and Jeff version of their holiday namesake as they compared fur covered collars and white snowballs hanging like ornaments from their furry hats.

Charmed by their mutual appreciation of one another, I covered my mouth to keep the glee mixing with salty tears from seeping too quickly and simply watched as the taller sank to one knee.

Twinkling blue eyes met inquisitive chocolate ones.

“It’s me…” a tiny voice whispered.

Then just like Magic, I saw it happen.

All the wonder I expected to fill the tiny brown eyes lit the cerulean ones instead.

I know you…” the jolly voice answered.

Because that’s what happens when someone believes in you.



Trifecta’s word of the week is
WONDER (great word for the season)

****December 2013: From Tracie (Hi Tracie!!!) is hosting aGoing Green Christmas Edition where we can “recycle or spruce up an old Christmas post to share with you

I didn’t spruce anything up with this one. It’s just one of my favorites. Jacob is still dressing up like Santa, he still has WONDER and MAGIC in his eyes and I still tear up thinking of the day he met the Guy in Red and this happened.

thanks for visiting, hoping you’re having a BEAUTIFUL CHRISTMAS SEASON.

The Mommy MessPeppermint hugs to Tracie and Adrienne  XO


iPPP: Christmas is coming…obviously

Last week John & I worked our butts off cleaning the house

Steam cleaning the carpets and making sure Christmas had

EXPLODED all over our house before Thanksgiving.


The boys came home & were so excited to see what

“SANTA” had done to decorate.


Then something wonderful happened….

My “own little Santa” aka Jacob

had a fantastic idea:

it started out with a bench, a bear, a “sleigh” and a

Pony that suddenly became a Reindeer with the help

of a headband antler (Did he steal KLZ’s???)

 then there was only one thing to do:

Pretend to be Santa, driving his sleigh.

On Dasher, On Dancer, On Prancer, On Vixon

 “Mommy do you see my Reindeer??? ”

My heart squeezed with the the realization that his imagination

was simply limitless & he was sharing that gift with us

Even his brother got in on the action.


This is the first Christmas that I know that

all of us “Believe” and it makes my heart so happy.

In this season of GIFTS & JOY

I feel like my stocking is already Full.

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Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop: Christmas in July

I found a prompt over at Mama’s Kat’s that was too good to pass up this week
But I found that on Thursdays, I don’t want to post while I have “GUESTS” for
But, I do have something that Jacob is obsessed with that is bothering me.
*Write an open letter to a toy (or something) that your child is obsessed with lately*
So here you go.
Dear Santa Paws,
I want you to know that I love Christmas as much as the next person. 
 In fact, I’d go so far as to say that I ADORE Christmas, that I would like the  special kind of warmth and magic that time of year brings to stay around a whole lot longer, to truly “last all year long”.
I think that you however, are taking this notion a bit  too far and overextending your welcome.

I mean even Santa takes a break after he’s all done on December 25th.

You see the problem is Jacob.

He is my thinker, my son that ponders things in order to feel comfortable with them and it took him a LONG time to get comfortable with you Santa.

We needed to bribe, reassure and paint you in a friendly & glorious light.
We love you Santa,  so we were happy to do it, but lately it seems that you are part of our every day.
Even as we approach August.
I purchased a DVD of a movie about you and a dog and some kids that needed a home,  sort of like ANNIE meets 101 Dalmations.
My children were eager to rip it out of it’s protective plastic coating and have PLAY pressed on the player.

For much of November and Decemeber , this particular movie was enjoyed, requested and the catchy music repeated. We watched in awe as our children learned that Santa was a good guy, that little children need mommies and daddies who love them and that sometimes a dog can help out with all your  Christmas dreams.

I want to stress that while my house was covered in snowflakes and holly I was happy to press repeat as many times as necessary to make my children happy.
I’m a giver.
However, it is now approaching 90 degrees in our part of the world, we are far from snowmen and sledding and while some crazy deptartment store is bound to put our their snowglobes and trees soon, I am not dreaming of a White Christmas right now.
But Jacob is, whenever he is asked what movie he’d like to lull him into a dreamy sleep or just simply get the hell out of my room so I can watch Burn Notice, he always picks you, Santa Paws.
Even now in the middle of the summer.
And if that is not enough to worry me, he also wears his Santa Hat everywhere. 
Pretending to be you and not caring that it just doesn’t match his preppy teal polo shirt and also insisting that he must wear shoes (and  he has been known to scream at me to find them ) if he’s “going to be ‘Santa Clause'”.
This of course entails him running all over the house bellowing :
“HO, HO, HO, Merrrrrry Christmas,  at least 3 ties in a row
*insert mommy giggle here*
The final accessory, besides the hat, shoes, and of course his Red Crystal (his Red Jingle Bell) are his sunglasses, cause you can’t be a cool Santa without them.  *sigh*
Santa Paws I know you mean well.
I love the lessons you are teaching Jacob about family & magic. 
I  even secretly smile at the fact that you keep Christmas in our hearts and home all year long, but for the sake of my sanity can we just celebrate Christmas in July and then you take a nice long break until November 1st or so?
You pick a destination, like the bottom of the toybox, and I’ll pretend you’re lost until then.
Mmm ‘k?
Ebenezer Kir