And so, it turns out out that I'm a terrible Santa

Ezra has (had) a very specific item on his Christmas list this year.   This is the first year I took him to see Santa, but you would have never been able to tell.  He confidently and efficiently told the Santa at Brooks Brothers, even before he had a chance to climb on his lap, "I want train tracks that I can build on the floor all by myself!" (This is in contrast to the train table that he got last year where everything is screwed down.)

Well, it turns out that Cousins Max and Luke had a whole box of said track that they had outgrown.  Last week I hopped in the van with Aunt Becky and we drove a couple of hours up to their storage and brought back a box of all the track a little boy could ever hope for.  Santa had it made.  The perfect gift, and it was free!

Turns out that Santa needs to do a better job of hiding gifts.

I put the box in my closet and had been very careful not to open it when Ezra was near.  I was quite certain it was safe because little boy has never gotten in my closet...until today, when I suddenly heard, "Mama!  What is this?  It's track!  It's track!" And so, Christmas came early to the Caceres' apartment.  It was a fun afternoon- four straight hours of creating different winding, wooden configurations to frequent, oh so cute, exclamations from a two-year-old of, "Wow!  That looks amazing!" and "This is wonderful!"  

I don't mind that Santa's gift to Ezra turned into Max and Luke's gift to Ezra.  But now, what is Santa going to bring Ezra on Christmas Eve?  Not much.  At least Santa can thank me for lightening his load.