That Tyty of ours he is a sweet and kind and gentle soul.
Where Sean runs out to meet life, trusting that this big wide world will, of course, love him, our Tyty is so sweetly content to observe.
He doesn't want for much, and not because he HAS everything, he doesn't. But, because, I think, somewhere in the core of his makeup is this innate sense that there is more to life than things and just perhaps, greater needs than his own. He's a kiddo and all that that entails. He is such the nine year old boy, who is so perfectly capable of riling up his brother like one whose spent many years, three to be exact, perfecting his craft. But oh his letter to Santa this year, his most recent act of sweet innocence, has landed me in a bit of a pickle.
I give you said pickle...
thank you for delivering toys and cheer to my house. You have never let me down in your toys. All of them were completely awsome! This year for Christmas can I have a RC hellicopter and a Star Wars lego kit. I think you would chose the best toys for me because you have every year. Thank you. Christmas has always been my favorite holiday and it would not be the same without you. I have always wanted to ask this question but I never had the guts. Can I risk all of my toys for a picture of you and your elf. If there are rules that you can't show your identity even though everyone knows it I understand. Thank you for all of your hard work. You are awesome!!!!!!
Oh what am I going to do you guys?
And just where might dear Santa find a convincing picture of himself and one of his helpers these days? This he must do, right? How can he not, you know?
For a dear little boy teetering so dangerously on the edge of doubt. A little boy who would risk everything, for a tangible sign, a reason to believe.