She’s 7, the same age he was when he started to doubt…
“And what do you think?” I ask her.
“I think he’s real.”
My heart leaps. I love Christmas, but the absolute commitment, faith, joy, excitement, pleasure she exudes during the ENTIRE month of December is unrivalled.
“Why?” I dig in.
“Because I saw him.”
This is usually the point when my husband is secretly screaming, “Why can’t you just LEAVE IT ALONE!?!?!?” but he isn’t here, so I plow on.
“I’m not sure that was the real Santa Claus.”
Safe for another year.
Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!
Enjoy whichever way you celebrate your family and good fortune!
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