Max has been a lucky boy this year. Because we took a 3 day road trip from Florida to Mississippi to Arkansas to Missouri to see family, he’s had 5 Christmases in total. So now that the actual day has passed, he asked, “When can we open more presents? When can Santa come back?” Oh, son.

I love, absolutely love watching him get excited over presents. Even the ones I really, really, really did not want Santa to buy (Pixos are the devil). I want to savor this time, because one day too soon, he’ll be a teenager like my nephews and want only money for the holidays before he crawls back in bed.

Max is sensitive. No, I mean really sensitive. Like look at me funny and I cry sensitive.

It’s been bothering me more lately. For a while, he was little, like 2 or 3, and it seemed ok. He was still a sweet baby. But now he’s four, and I see other kids being rough and shaking it off, while he’s sobbing because some kid won’t let him on the slide.

Hub and I don’t coddle him. When he gets upset we try to explain that sometimes things don’t go his way. But he is irreconcilable for at least five minutes before he moves on.

What to do? When will he outgrow it?

I love the magic of the holidays. I love the excitement in my son’s face when he sees Santa at the mall. I love wrapping presents, and knowing the recipient will love the gift. I love the decorations. I love the music, especially Bing Crosby.