It was a fun evening at the Jernagan home.
Little Man got his first taste of "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer."
On Monday night it was "How the Grinch Stole Christmas!" -- Boris Karloff, not Jim Carrey, of course.
He's also watched the video of "Frosty the Snowman" twice in the last couple of weeks.
These specials -- along with "A Charlie Brown Christmas" and the Garfield Christmas special -- were the fabric of what Christmas programming was to me as a kid.
(For the sake of full disclosure here, I have never seen "Santa Claus is Comin' to Town." I have no explanation for this.)
These shows went from being must-see TV for me 20 years ago, to "I'll catch it if it's on." They just weren't central to my December viewing habits.
I guess that's the way it goes. When I was a child, I spoke as a child... and all of that.
But with a child of my own, it's back to center stage. I see these shows through different eyes -- the biggest, warmest, brownest eyes you can imagine.
As we watched Rudolph tonight, I found myself watching him as much as the television. I was thrilled when his unblinking stare was locked on the screen. I was disappointed when he was more interested in wandering around the room with a flashlight.
Then again, he's 16 months old. If he doesn't care about Hermey the Elf...er...Dentist and Cindy Lou Who when he's 5 or 6, then he'll really break my heart.
It all has me realizing, though, what a special Christmas this should be for us. Everyone makes such a big deal about "baby's first Christmas," but, seriously, he was 5 months old last year.
Unless they are January babies, kids can't really appreciate their first Christmas. It's a lot of bright lights and happy tunes, but it's lost on them.
But this year, I think we'll get a full dose of the joy and wonder the holiday season brings to a little child. He'll really start to get it, and I can't wait.
Last year was exciting for us. This year will be exciting for him.