Last night, we decided (upon Daddy's suggestion) that Santa would bring Holly's stocking upstairs and put it near her bed so she would see it when she woke up in the morning . . . . . well, she did! She woke up and came into our room, bringing the stocking with her. She put it on the bed beside me and started pointing at it (without saying anything). I said , "Oh, Holly, you're so lucky, Santa put some things in your stocking!" Well, she just pointed at it again, and then with tears in her eyes, ran back to her bed . . . . . yes, I realized just then that she thought that was all she was getting from Santa, and she knew that what was in there was waaayyy to small to be what she had asked for. We had to jump out of bed & take her downstairs quickly - and tell her Santa leaves the big presents under the tree because they don't fit into her stocking! Poor girl was lying in her bed, face in her pillow, crying when Paul went to pick her up . . . very sad (just disappointed, but not pouty) - we both had to try not to laugh - bad Mommy & Daddy!
Anyway it all turned out - she loved her pink car seat, diaper bag and stroller that Santa brought - it was exactly what she wanted, and she even brought one of her dolls in the car when we went for Christmas dinner!
