My weekly schedule involves chauffeuring various great-grandchildren to and from school and extracurricular activities. Two of them, Damion and Elaina are in kindergarten and first grade. I pick them up from school three days a week.
These children are normal siblings. They spend at least part of every day squabbling about one thing or another. Elaina adores her big brother and he is, frequently, annoyed by his little sister’s attentions.
This week, the school had a Santa’s Workshop where the kids could buy presents for friends or family members. Their mother gave them each money for shopping today.
When I pulled up in the pickup space and opened the door, they were both bubbling over with excitement.
Damion: “Mamaw, when we are buckled up, we are going to open our presents. We bought presents for each other!”
Elaina: “Here Damion. Here’s what I got you. Open it!”
Damion, as he tears open the wrapping: Oh, wow, you got me a top. I wanted that, but I didn’t have enough money left over. Here’s yours. Open it.”
Elaina: “You got me a bracelet and a pocket book? Mamaw, look what Damion got me.”
The spirit of Christmas is alive and well in their little hearts and mine is melting. This is my favorite Christmas event so far.
