The Last Year?
I think this is it. The last year my son will believe in the Santa/Chimney/Naughty/Nice thing. He questioned me endlessly this year and examined every single detail. I think this year he just really wanted to believe. He wasn’t ready to let go of Santa, and that was completely fine with me.
Question #1: ” Our roof isn’t flat so how does his sled land on it?” I’m happy to report that he heard reindeer on the roof in the middle of the night, which diminished the importance of this question.
Question #2: “How come Santa has the same wrapping paper we have?” Answered this one with: There aren’t that many wrapping paper patterns and I guess we chose the same one! The truth is that my husband wrapped the gifts this year, and there in lies the problem. I’m always careful to not use the same paper on gifts that come from Santa.
It was sweet while it lasted. The cookies left on a plate. The glass of milk. Leaving the fireplace open and waking in the morning to hear him yelling through the house “Santa was here!”. Remember that I am Jewish and the excitement Santa generated for him has always truly amazed me.
The hit gift this Christmas, in case you haven’t noticed yet?
The Nintendo DSI.
And mine? The camera. Clearly.