Billa is in love with Christmas decorations. When we drive around in the evening, if she sees Christmas lights, she makes sure EVERYONE knows it. She calls them "those lights", most likely because we kept pointing them out that way: "Billa! Look at THOSE lights!"
She is also obsessed with the jolly old elf himself whom she has dubbed "Santen." I don't know why, that's how she says it! She's grasped the concept that it is Santa that visits and delivers presents, something they must have talked about at school because we didn't really mention it at home. It's not that we don't believe in Santa (we do) or that we were trying to spread some sort of message to her (we are, but not overtly), it just never occurred to us that we should explain it to her this year. But as always, I am proven wrong by the extraordinary little brain hidden underneath those strawberry blonde curls. Observe:
The other night as we were driving to visit a friend, she saw a blow-up Santa and pointed it out.
"Mommy, look! A Santen!"
"Yes, that is a Santa." I said. "Hey Billa, are you excited about Santa coming?"
"What does Santa bring?" I asked, a bit smugly.
"Um...presents!" she replied brightly.
Huh, I thought.
"And what would you like Santa to bring you?"
In the rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of her drop her chin into her little hand in the classic philosopher's pose. She thought long and hard for a few seconds.
"Pizza!" she declared.
"I'll get right on that," I said. "I mean, I'll see what Santa can do."
Here's hoping "Santen" brings you everything on your list!