Yesterday Blair posted about a conversation at her house regarding Santa and his existence. I thought I’d share a quick story about the discussion with my crew, ages 5 and 8.

Each year the magic gets trickier to maintain and I have a tendency to over-complicate things. I don’t mean to, I just have trouble wording things in a simple manner. (have you noticed?) Anyway, when my oldest asked “What does Santa have to do with the birth of Jesus” I lost my head. I went into some rambling stupor and almost blew Santa’s cover. My husband was there and, once I realized we were heading for a train wreck, we steered the whole thing back on track. Needless to say, I thought I had done irreparable damage to the Santa illusion….

Until the next night…I was in the kitchen making dinner and the boys were playing in the family room. Now, imagine the noise frozen corn makes when you pour it into a glass measuring cup. Both boys stopped what they were doing, sat up straight and looked at each other. “Bells! Mom, I think we heard Christmas bells!”

Oh yeah, we still believe. That was a close one…

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