Sam's big gift this year for Christmas was a motor scooter. He has been asking for one for six months. On Christmas day, we hid (uh, I mean Santa hid) the motor scooter in another room.
When Sam received his last gift to open, and it was a tiny little box, I could see his little heart drop and his face droop. He knew there was no way a big motor scooter could fit in a box smaller than his little hand.
We watched as he opened the box and his face fell even more as he pulled out a note. He looked at me with his big, sad blue eyes and said, "It is just a piece of paper." He wasn't angry, or mad. He just sounded sad and disappointed. Even though I knew what it was, I still felt bad for him.
Then we read the note. It was a cute poem that basically told him to go to the other room.
Sam's face went from sad, to confused, to complete elation! He threw the box down and literally ran so fast to the room that he skidded out as he fell over all of the wrapping paper blocking his path. He threw open the door and there it was! His motor scooter, covered in bows, ribbons, and magic dust from Santa. Sam's jaw dropped and he was speechless. The moment was priceless.
From that day on, once the roads cleared, Sam has ridden his motor scooter every day. No matter the freezing temperatures outside.
But that has not been the only source of fun. The box ended up bringing hours of fun and giggles as well. I love how creative kids can be.