Preparing for Christmas in "Jawww-Ja"...

The Marshman boys modeling the latest in Christmas head wear. I chuckled at Brian stuffing a Virginia Tech ball cap on top of his

antlers.

Being from Southwest Virginia, (we consider Blacksburg, Virgina to be our homeland, if you will) we got to hear lots of , what I considered, southern accents.


The quaint accents of our homeland, pale in comparison, to the strong southern drawl one can enjoy in here in (deeper south, than Virginia), Georgia.


Brian is currently enjoying his first year of pre-school under the tutelage of his teacher, Mrs. Echols. Mrs. Echols, is the quintessential "Propa', Suthun', Lady". Whenever I am around a person with an accent different than my own, I somehow, temporarily, assume their same accent. This is problematic, in that, I suspect people may think I am mocking them in some way. I am truly not! I am fascinated by accents...it just, sort of, happens...


Evidently, it happens to my Brian, too...

They have been singing Christmas carols at pre-school. Brian came home and was singing all of the songs with vigor! I was amused when I heard him sing, "Santa Claus is Coming to Town!" because he delivered the lyrics in his quickly evolving suthun' draaaaaaaaaawl. He proudly, belted out, "Betta' watch out...betta' not craaaaaaaa....betta' not pout, I'm telling you, whaaaaaaaaa....." It was quite hilarious, and, of course, Evan began assuming the same accent and, Adam followed suit...


In other, preparing for Christmas news...Adam informed his brothers that he is the smartest child in the family because, even from a very young age he has always referred to Santa as, well, "Santa". This declaration is sort of my fault because, I was reminiscing about how, when Evan was very young he used to call Santa, "Noah" and talk about, "When Noah comes with presents". Evan's confusion came from his being given a book, at a very young age, that was a stuffed doll version of Noah with the story of Noah and the Flood in a little board book that was in a backpack on the back of the doll's back. The Noah doll really does look a lot like, well, Santa...thus Evan's confusion. Brian called Santa, until very recently, "Ho Ho Man". So, I guess that is why Adam has claimed himself intellectually superior to his brothers. Even though Brian now, refers to Santa correctly, most of the time...I have heard him refer to Santa recently as, "That Christmas, man", and yesterday he said to Mike, "Dad, Santa has a Ho Ho beard." Well, he does!


In talking about Christmas preparations...I really feel I should publicly thank Evan for not spoiling his younger brothers' Christmas fun. Spoiler Alert: If you believe in Santa, do not read the following sentences... Poor Evan, had the wonder of Christmas and the magic of Santa stolen from him by an adult member of the church, at the very tender age of 6. He came to me and informed me that Santa wasn't real because "Brother "W" from church, said so." I will always be sad that Evan was disavowed of his belief in Santa so young. Having him told the truth so young, did give us the chance to testify about the birth of our Savior being 100% real, but...we were already trying to instill in Evan the true meaning of Christmas...so ultimately I just felt disgruntled. Okay...that was a bit of a tangent...I just want to thank you, Evan, for keeping the secret of Santa. I appreciate how you are very protective of your brothers still being able to "believe".


We hope all of your preparations, are going well for all of you! We are having an "action packed" Christmas season and lots of fun.


Oh, and Evan asked if he could eat the cookies we leave for Santa this year..."Yes, Evan~ as I feel it is a small price to pay for your continued silence."

I had to include some pictures of the Noah doll board book. I can see Evan's confusion...he does kind of look like Santa.