We’re down to just one Santa believer in the house, and it’s a little sad, but okay too. Gal Smiley was on the fence this year – last year, she asked me about it point blank, and we had The Talk about how Christmas is in All Of Us, but yes, Mommy and Daddy leave the presents. But then, this year, she was all INTO Santa, and I thought maybe she was in denial, or didn’t understand me, or whatever.
But then, last night:
Her: Mom, I finally decided what I want for Christmas!
Me: [internal dialogue: SNORT, I finished shopping three weeks ago kid, and nothing could get me to the mall this week, but WHATEVER.] Really?
Her: Yes! I will write it in a letter to Santa.
Her, very quietly: And then, I will show it to you so you will know.
Me, very quietly: Okay.
Her: Mom? Will you ever stop putting a present under the tree for me and writing “from Santa” on it?
Me: I can if you want me to.
Me: But if you want, I can always and forever put a present there and write “from Santa” on it.
Her, very very quietly: Yes, please.
I know what I’m getting for Christmas – my babies, always and forever. AWESOME.