As the mom of a not-yet 2-year-old toddler, there are times when I wish I could appeal to the idea of an omnipresent, omniscient character who decides to gift children based on their behavior. Times like when my toddler is knocking everything off of the shelves at the grocery store, or hitting our cat in the face. But then I remember that there are actually a ton of benefits to having a kid who has no idea who Santa is, and I'm going to enjoy this brief period in my son's life for as long as it lasts.
Right now, my toddler's idea of Christmas spirit is snatching jingle bells off our Christmas tree and throwing them around the living room. He realizes that something is up — we don't usually have a tree inside the house — but mostly he just seems confused by the fact that we put all these balls on our inside house tree that neither he nor the cat are technically supposed to play with. "Why put toys all over the inside house tree if I can't play with them, Mama?" his little eyes ask. Because Christmas, little one. Because Christmas.
Sure, we lose out on the whole "I'll be extra-angelic for the rest of the year because of Santa surveillance" thing, though I'm not sure we're entirely on board for that idea, anyway. Either way, we've got time to figure it out, because we're in the fortunate period of life where our son is blissfully unaware that this is even a thing. I'm also kicking back and enjoying this pre-Santa life, because: