Maya wrote her letter to Santa earlier tonight to leave with the milk and cookies. We hung a key outside the door that the girls' Nana sent. The key is a special key for Santa if you don't have a chimney (which we don't because we're in an apartment).
They are in their pjs and Chris is reading "Night Before Christmas" to the girls right now.
Haha, I hope you and your family have a truly happy day!
Wow, that "Speacial key" trick is quite ingenious! I'll have to use that one sometime if I live somewhere without a chimney.
My youngest bro still wants to believe in Santa (Hell, I still want to believe in the guy into my late teen years) but my other two bros seem to think it's best to convince him the jolly old fat man is only myth.
I found Jordan with his head in the fireplace showing Josh that the chimney if far too small for anyone (especially a man of St. Nick's proportions) to fit in...
Joshua asked me point blank if he was real, and I don't want to lie to the kid , but I don't want to shatter the magic of the season for him.
I just hope my sappy reply of "As long as you believe in something, it will always be real." wasn't too genaric... I didn't have enough time to think up a better reply, so I went with that.
I know Santa is not real, but I remember how wonderful and magical things seemed when I was a kid, and I'd love for him to hold on to that as long as possible.
Haha, I remember a few Christmasses ago we were down in FL visiting my maternal grandparents.
They attended a very very right-wing church. Where they preach rock and roll is evil, and all that good stuff. Well, I'll be durned if Santa Clause didn't come up in the service. And as soon as I realized what the fat old pastor was saying "It is a grave sin for parents to allow their children to believe that Santa Clause is real!" I had my hands over the kid's over-sized ears.
I think it would be more of a sin to destroy the joy that children recieve from believing in things. How are they suppossed to believe that an omnipotent God is real? Given they've seen said deity as many times as they've seen Santa. How does that compute?
I used to make up the wildest tales when my bros were really young. Just because I know how fun it is to have something mystical and illogical to belive in.
I believe Santa is real -- "he" is the spirit of goodwill and kindness that dwells within us and we keep him alive in spirit. I know (becasue I am a grown woman) that there isn't a fat guy coming down my chimney -- thank God! it hasn't been cleaned in decades! -- but I truly believe in the magic that is Santa.
I know we can all get caught up in the materialism of Christmas, but it is really about drawing our loved ones near. And it never ceases to amaze me how people who can barely tolerate each other most of the time manage to pull it together once a year in the name of a holiday. It feels like magic to me.