Last year we took Watson to see Santa at the local shopping center. Let’s just say he was less than enthusiastic about the idea. He’s always been a shy little boy, and the idea of getting up in a weird old beardy man’s lap didn’t sit well with him. Instead he ran around and observed Santa from afar. Watching. Waiting.
We’ve tried to float the idea with him this year, but he’s been steadfast in his refusal. He knows who Santa is, he knows what Santa is about, and aside from finding Santa’s handiwork on Christmas morning, Watson wants no part of him. Since a visit to Santa is out, we decided to get Watson to write a letter.
This was harder than we’d anticipated, not least because Watson simply doesn’t know what a letter is, at least in this sense. He knows the letters of the alphabet, but in this age of FaceTime and Skype, he has no reason to know what a letter is. He also can’t write anything but his name, which he dutifully wrote at the bottom of the letter.
So Jocelyn decided to take Watson’s dictation as faithfully as possible. She cleaned up a few of the bits where she had to stop him and clarify what the whole exercise was about, but on the whole the letter turned out quite well.
I want to write you a letter.
I will write an F.
I want to do a little F.
I want to give you one of my books.
Please can I have Kylo Ren’s lightsaber.
I want a different book, a book that is a Star Wars book. I will trade you my old Star Wars book.
Vivi wants a Cinderella toy. She wants a bed for Brianna.
Freddy might want a thing that is a new walker.
I want a pretend F.
You don’t need to bring anything for mommy and daddy.
Thinking of you,