Lucas Christmas

We had a great Christmas.  We spent a week in Wyoming with my mom and sister.  My sister and I drive each other crazy, so that was plenty of time.  Lucas loves to play with his cousin, Treydon.  And of course this year he fully understood the whole Christmas thing (including Baby Jesus, Grandma Mary and Papa John. . .er, uh Mary and Joseph).  We heard a fire and brimstone homily at Sunday Mass before Christmas about how awful we were for emphasizing Santa over Jesus and how St. Nick would be rolling over in his grave.  Of course throughout this sermon, Lucas was jabbering loudly to everyone around us about the Nativity Scene and the 3 kings on the stained glass window (which were actually just guys with Halos), so we did not feel too bad about it.  That is not to say that he did not understand the Santa part, too.  When Santa stopped by our house his wide-eyed pure joy was uncontainable.  We wrote a note for Santa and left him 4 cookies, and he ate 2!.  Lucas got lots of stuff, but Santa brought a 2'x2' wooden castle and all the little people and their horses to go with it.  Maybe Santa knew what Dad wanted, but we've had lots of fun with it (especially the catapult).  Both boys were (and still are) overwhelmed with all the new stuff.  On Christmas morning, the boys were playing with the castle when I asked Treydon what Santa brought to his house.  He held up his 2 yr old hand like a stop sign and said "Not now.  I'm busy."