This may be the last year that the magic of Santa is alive and well at our house. There is something sad about the "passing" of Santa. I might get another year out of him, but I doubt it, he hasn't asked yet, but I know he thinks about it. He tries to do the math, how many kids, how many toys, how many hours, etc. and when logic fails he just smiles and accepts my explanation "that's why Santa's magic" But soon he will stop believing in a magical fellow that can know every secret wish and traverse the world overnight. He still believes, Santa is real and my son eagerly awaits what treasures Santa will put under our tree. We will leave milk and cookies and nibbles for the reindeer. I will revel in the magic that is christmas in the sparkling eyes and smiles of my son. Ain't he cute?
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Innocence and your son are beautiful.
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