Where Frosty Go?

I've learned an unintended consequence to instilling my love of Christmas into my son. Now that it's long over, he can't let it go. He's still somewhat distressed that "his" Christmas tree is in a box in the basement, and wonders when we can put it back up. He looks every day for the inflatable snowman in our neighbors' yard and asks, "Where Frosty go?" And at least twice a week he requests his favorite Christmas tunes when we are in the car (he predictably loves "Frosty the Snowman" and "Little Drummer Boy.")

Part of me wants to keep playing the music for him, because there is nothing cuter than watching your two year old jamming in the back seat to "Rum pum pum" as he calls it. But - I also got a little burned out on my favorite holiday this year. We had four Christmases this year - one with each of my in-laws (who are divorced), one with my family and then one of our own. As much fun as it was for Teeny, it was exhausting and stressful for me to try to juggle all of that and make sure all of our families got enough of our time. I was ready to put it all away a couple of weeks after Christmas.

So - for the most part, Christmas is over at our house. Now if I could just get Teeny to agree to let me put away his Santa placemat (he won't use any other at dinner time) and reindeer antlers we could finally start gearing up for Valentine's Day!