For days up until Thanksgiving, Alice talked and talked about mashed potatoes.

She made up a little song – which she calls “The Birthday-Thanksgiving Song” – in which the lyrics deal principally with mashed potatoes. And when, at school, the children went around a circle, sharing what they were thankful for, Alice said, “Mashed potatoes.”

But, when it finally came down to it, she refused to try any.


We spent the holiday at home. David’s sister flew in from New York, and two of our good friends came over for dinner. We dragged our kitchen table into the living room, put a new tablecloth on it, and everything was quiet and happy.

A couple of days later, with David’s sister still in town, we drove up to Railtown State Historic Park to ride the Santa Train.

It was a gamble.


I don’t know what did it, but Alice became terrified of Santa this year. For a few weeks, at the mention of his name, she would cry and beg to be held. Every so often, she would randomly – and spookily – look around and whisper, “Santa will be coming soon.” And then cry and beg to be held.

We promised that he loved children, that he was nice, that he brought toys. She was not convinced.

Finally, we had to promise that it was just pretend, just for fun. Santa wouldn’t come to our house if she didn’t want him to. And she seems satisfied with that.

On the Santa train, a handler passed out candy canes before Santa came around, and that sort of smoothed things over. Alice didn’t talk to Santa, but she smiled and waved. She didn’t cry. I think she’s come around a little, but is still uncertain. When we talk about decorating a Christmas tree, she nods and says, “so Santa will be happy with me,” as though he is someone you wouldn’t want to risk disappointing. And she still won’t let me read “The Night Before Christmas.” She’ll pull it from the shelf and say, “It’s just pretend, right?”


3 thoughts on “gratitude

  1. Glad to hear you had a good Thanksgiving. We missed you! That Santa guy is sort of scary, so I can relate with Alice. As a child I don’t recall anyone in my family who looked like him and we never had him over for parties, so he would be considered a ‘stranger’. Aren’t we supposed to be cautious of strangers?
    Alice has good instincts, so I can just see her keep him in her eyesight and a friendly distance away!
    Most of the babies and toddlers are crying when taking pictures with Santa at the mall. Why do we do that anyway? How did that custom evolve???
    I think Alice has it right. Mashed potatoes are more exciting any day than Santa! (I hope she’ll open her Advent Calendar to get her daily treat with a giant Santa picture plastered on it :)

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