The 25 days of Christmas

We’re counting down to Christmas on a couple different wonderful advent calendars this year, but that doesn’t seem to help Will understand that we’ve still got a week to go to the big day. This morning he insisted that today was Christmas and for a moment he seemed to think that if he could just argue his case with enough passion, then it would indeed suddenly be Christmas and poof, the presents would appear under the tree. Yesterday Will threatened to wear his underwear (his favorite blue car pair) “all the way to Christmas” – backwards of course (he remains backwards underwear boy). I wouldn’t have been too disturbed by that proposition if indeed Christmas were today. But with a week to go, I was glad to steal that precious pair during bath time and bury them in the dirty laundry.