Christmas reminds me that I'm not as old as I like to pretend I am at times. I woke up this morning, and the first thing I did was check my clock: 6:57. I decided this was late enough to wake Brett up. "Merry Christmas Eve!" I gleefully announced in both English and Swedish. Brett, who would normally have to work today, was not quite as enthusiastic as I was. So, I waited. At 7:15, his alarm for work went off. My "Time to get up!" was answered by a slightly amused, "No, no, not yet..."
"Aren't you excited for Christmas Eve?!"
"You don't get excited for Christmas Eve...you get excited for Christmas day."
And this, my friends, brings us to Debate #1: Celebrate on Christmas Eve or Christmas day?
Since my mom is about as Swedish as they come, we always celebrated the Swedish way--a big Christmas Eve dinner, followed by presents and then a birthday cake for Jesus (that may have been a Kermanshahi special). Brett's family, however, celebrates the way I'm assuming most of you do--a candlelight service on Christmas Eve, and then breakfast and presents on Christmas morning. We argue about which way is best, but there's no real bite to either of our barks.
Anyway, as we were discussing who's Christmas is best, another debate sparked: Do you or do you not tell your kids Santa is real? We decided to pretend on each other.
**Rebecka pretends to be mom; Brett pretends to be the child**
Rebecka: Yes, dear?
Brett: Is Santa Clause real?
Rebecka: No, honey.
**Brett pretends to dad; Rebecka pretends to be the child**
Brett: Yes, Thabian?
Rebecka: Is Santa Clause real?
Brett: (long pause) Well, Thabian. If you want to believe, you just believe.
I wasn't very pleased with this response (except for the name of the child, which I did find rather hilarious). "You did not answer the child's question!" So, we tried again a few times, none of which yielded a satisfactory response on my end.
We decided to get up to face the beautiful Christmas Eve morning, which greeted us in turn with freshly fallen snow. My sister came up from Oklahoma yesterday, and today we all drove up to Sioux Falls to spend the weekend with my in-laws.
While I'm sad I won't be with my parents and two of my siblings this year, I think being here is going to be rather wonderful, too. We wish you a very merry Christmas from snowy Sioux Falls--wherever you are, however you celebrate.