Luke believes. With his whole entire being, he believes. And I find it endearing. Of course, being Luke, he takes things to extremes. He took it upon himself to snitch to Santa about the kids who don't believe. His letter went something like this.
Dear Santa,
I believe in you. Other kids in my class do not. Their names are (insert names of kids who do not believe). I told them that if they do not believe in you to keep their thoughts inside their heads.
Nice, no?
Over the weekend we attended a family Christmas party. I've lost count of how many kids there are running around, and am having a hard time keeping track of who belongs to whom. The kids range in age from college on down to infant. Every year, the parents are encouraged to bring a wrapped gift for each of their kids, someone dresses as St. Nick, and the distribution of the gifts begins. It's always fun to watch the kids grow up as they graduate from being terrified of Santa to tolerating his lap for the sake of a gift to placing bets on who's playing the jolly old elf this year.
I made the kids shirts, because it's what I do. Luke was thrilled with his. In fact, his very words were, "Mom! Look! It's a shirt with a pirate ship sewn onto it, just like I wanted! Its' just like you make, only Santa's elves made it."
And he was serious. The boy believes.
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My oldest the year he figured it out, "this was the worst Christmas EVER! Mom and Dad didn't get us anything. I guess only Santa loves us." The following year I was sure to write Mom & Dad on some of the presents. My oldest only got socks and underwear for Christmas that year. Well, Christmas morning that was all he had wrapped.
OH that's so cool. I can only hope the wee ones believe as well and as long. Keep hold of it. And ummm any chance someone in your family says something about keeping those thoughts inside a head? :)
It is cool for him. I was really devastated when I found out. I think it is good to have the real story of Saint Nick and how the tradition started to tell them how it is true.
It may soften it for him when he discovers.
I used to wonder how Santa's handwriting looked so much like my mom's when he left me Thank you notes for the cookies and milk, so what are you saying...?
That's so wonderful he has such strong beleif.
Our only is just learning about Santa. I love it. THe awe and wonder is really one of those parts of parenthood I was looking forward to.
My eldest is 21 and married and I still make him say Santa is real otherwise: no Santa presents!
Makes me think Luke will hear the Christmas bells well into adulthood (ala "The Polar Express").
I love it!!
And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. :)
My oldest found out this year that Santa isn't real, however at the same time I explained to him that his Step-Papa (who plays Santa every year) is the one who gives the kids their Santa gifts... so now I think he's rather confused because he said to me "Does Papa Russ REALLY come on Christmas Eve?" LOLOL... he's sworn to secrecy
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