I don’t know how much longer we have left with Sandy. Addy came home one day saying that other kids at school told her Santa wasn’t real. And I was like “so who put that tent under the tree last year cause it wasn’t me.” And she nodded in agreement cause we both know I’m not the type to put a tent anywhere.
In our house, we wrap gifts and label them accordingly. Christmas Eve there’s a little more presents under the tree and then Christmas morning you wake up to unwrap gifts from Santa.
My Santa days were gone when I realized that Santa had the perfect cursive handwriting of my mom. I was 9? 10? As most everything we do as a Judeo-Christian society I don’t understand why we Santa but I don’t want to be the asshole that spoils it.
Either way, Addy still seems like she wants to believe in Santa so I’m not going to be a dick about it. She wrote a wish list and was concerned about her Nice List Status. She was also very concerned about taking $5 to school for pictures with Santa so while 7 is still full of “well actuallys” it’s also full of wonder.
So we commissioned a letter from Santa with key Santa-only details and it was a hit.
Happiness abounds. Christmas miracles and all that jazz.