We are not huge advocates of Santa at our house. We don’t particularly teach the girls that he is real, but we don’t tell them that he is really akin to Satan (which a little friend told one of my girls this week).
He is a wonderful idea. He is a story that may or may not come to life. He is both make-believe and real. The idea of him is what matters.
Well, this morning Isabelle woke up, danced and played around awhile like usual, then ran to the window and pointed outside while her jaw dropped to the ground.
“He IS real” she said. “He sent his deers to check on me!”
Right away she got out a piece of paper and pencil and wrote out her last minute letter to Santa and left it on our front porch, “Since he was in the area.”
She did a great job! I hope Santa can de-code this letter. Can you?