the Beantown Menzies

Dear Thomas,

I just couldn't go to sleep without recording our conversation from earlier this evening....

You were misbehaving a bit today. I don't recall the particulars; I wasn't there, but dad got after you and apparently said something to the effect that "Christmas would be cancelled." I know what he meant, but you weren't quite sure. Later on we had the following conversation:

Thomas: Mom, can dad really cancel Christmas?

Mom: He can't cancel the holiday, "Christmas," no, but he can make it so that there are no presents under the tree on Christmas morning.

Thomas:  Mom, doesn't he know that I'm old enough to understand what Christmas is all about?  The presents aren't what's important at all.  I'd be happy with just a candy cane.

Mom:  Me too.

Your heart is in the right place, Thomas.  I'm thankful that you have figured out while in your youth that Christmas is about Christ, not so much the gift giving, although that can be wonderful in many ways.  We will have several gifts under our tree this year, but I know that even if all we did Christmas morning was sing carols around our tree, and sip hot cocoa with peppermint stirring sticks, we'd be full of joy.  We might have some explaining to do to your sisters though:)

I love you more, son, and always will.