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E’s World: Hello…Santa!

December 25, 2013

Santa's Helper

Red is my new favorite color.  The big guy (Santa) wears it, and he seems to be all over the place; in the mall, in stores, in parades, and even races.  He has been so busy, but he managed to pass by the house last night.

I love this guy.  He gave me and my family many gifts.  I got clothes, snow boots, a toy truck (which I love), a tablet, and some more clothes.  I outgrow them fast.

I am beginning to understand the importance of Christmas: Me!  It is all about me…me…and me.  Also, I am beginning to learn the power of tantrum too.  I cry and they give; especially with my Grama (that’s my great-grandmother).  My Grama is such a push over.  When mom is at work, Grama is my babysitter.  She would chase me around when it is time for lunch, then she give up.  But then again, I get hungry.

Mom tells me if I behave I can be Santa’s helper next year.  That would be the coolest job; one for me, one for you…one for me, one for you.  That’s why I love Christmas, too bad it only happens once a year.

My family had a busy year and they are thankful that they got through it.  Next year I will be ready.  It is really about being ready if you think about it; ready for the next day or the opportunity to give back.  The spirit of giving.  However, I am still young, unemployed, and still in diapers, so you better be ready to give …to me!  I love it.

Jingle bells…jingle bells…jingle all the way.

Santa Race


Oh…I got behave tomorrow.  My Ampa is having chemo tomorrow.

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E’s World: It is all about me.

December 30, 2012

O“Out of the way.  Beep…beep”  I hurl through the kitchen, made a right through the dining room, another right to the living room, and another right back to the kitchen.  This is my route or you might say my race track.

I run around the circuit pushing my little Mack truck I got as a gift on my first birthday.  Woohoo!  With its one wheel missing in the front, I whirl around the house, unmindful of the toes I run over.

 “Sorry, mom….oops, sorry Maggie the beagle.”  Ignoring the shouts of my mom, I continue with my ‘driving’.

My little place is getting small and it is getting harder to navigate.  There is this big tree whose roots seem to be growing and growing with boxes and wrapped items.  This tree suddenly sprank up right after Thanksgiving.  First it was empty now it is busting at the seams.  I think it might have to do with this Christmas thing.

My Lala (Grandma), mom, and aunt seems to flourish leading up to this Christmas.  They dragged me around in shops full of people carrying stuff.  All I wanted is to play with Mack truck.  But they tell me I am going to love Christmas.  At school, I even get to meet the boss of Christmas named Santa.  He wears a red suit and is huge.  I must be missing the point of this Christmas.

Santa and Me

Santa and Me

My family went to church on Christmas eve and the priest talked about the birth of Christ.  Huh?  How is he related to Santa?  I learned about Santa before Christ.  Santa gives me gifts, while Christ, I still have to understand.  Santa has many brothers and they are all fat and all seems to be wearing the same red suit. Celebrating Christmas is complicated but somehow it lifts the spirit of the people.  I understand it is about giving to others; for now, the only joy I can give is my love for my family.  Hopefully, when I grow up and understand all this I can give more.  I wrote my Ampa (Grampa) a note for this Christmas as part of our project at school.

“I will not remember you for the material things you provided but I will remember the feeling of being loved by my Ampa.  Love, Ethan.”  I signed it with my hand prints…cool, huh?”

I know it is all about me, for now….

Signed, Ethan

Signed, Ethan


P.S. My Ampa is recovering from his 5th chemo cycle and wishes everybody a Happy New Year!

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