Most of the presents are wrapped and stacked up under the tree. My darling husband has finally hung the lights outside which is good because no one else on our street has. Slowly, but surely, The Big Top is getting Christmas-ier and Christmas-ier and it is good. It is very good.
Daniel comes to me the other day and says, “So I wrote a letter to Santa. I hope that it’s okay.“
First thought: He still believes!
Second thought: Crap! None of these things were on any wish list that he gave me.
Third thought: Crap! I’m already done shopping for him!
Fourth thought: Aw! The first thing he wants to to know is how is Mrs. Claus and if Santa is treating her right. That’s my boy!
Fifth thought: He STILL believes!!
I ignored the spelling error in the letter because he asked about Mrs. Claus and he still believes.
So you want to give this letter to Santa?
Yes. Do you think he’ll like it?
I am absolutely certain that Santa will love it…so will Mrs. Claus.
You know Mom, a lot of my friends at school don’t believe Santa is real.
Yeah. I feel sad for them.
Because they don’t receive gifts anymore?
No. They will always get presents. I’m just sad for them. The magic is gone.
And so he believes. Still.
He is turning thirteen in less than one month…let that sink in those of you following this adventure that I have shared since 2004. He’s turning thirteen…next month.
I’m kind of glad that he believes…still.