Santa Claus is Coming to Town. With trucks.

I don't know why I hadn't thought of this sooner.  Santa Claus is coming to town.

Baylor asked me for new books last night and before I knew it, "maybe Santa will bring them" was leaving my lips.  Baylor looked at me and asked, "who is Santa?"

I told him everything.  Santa lives in the North Pole, where he builds toys for GOOD boys and girls.  He drives a sleigh in the sky with reindeer and lands on roofs where he then climbs through a chimney and leaves the toys that you asked for, when you sat on his lap and whispered in his ear, under the tree, which is inside of our house covered in balls. 

It sounded like madness.  What in the crap was I talking about.  How did we come up with this story?

Baylor immediately started making his list.  Trucks, more trucks, fire trucks, ambulances, remote control trucks and Shrek books.   He re-told me how he would sit on Santa's lap and whisper in his ear... and then Santa would fly away (insert two-year-old plane sound effect here) to the north pole to build all of his trucks.

He laid in his bed last night and squealed with excitement.  In fact he said, "I'm so excited!!!'  I told him that Santa wasn't coming for two and a half months and that he could see him, so he better be good.  Then I sand him Christmas carols and he fell asleep.

All morning today, Baylor has been an absolute angel.  He has given me at least 15 kisses and spontaneous "I love you, moms" without being prompted.  Then he retells the story about Santa coming.  It's amazing.  He ate all of his lunch and marched into his room for his nap because... Santa is coming.  I feel a little guilty, like I'm bribing him and lying to him all at the same time... but hey, Santa is actually coming at some point! 

He's napping right now with a Santa book in his bed with him.  Before he drifted off, he found the picture of Santa about to land on a roof, and listed every person he knows and pointed to a house.  I can't wait to break it to him that Santa will be visiting him TWICE - once at mom's house, and once at dad's.  I'm not telling him that until I absolutely have to.  My new secret weapon. 

Santa, you are awesome.