Ah, Santa

As my little guy gets older, Santa is becoming more questionable.

At the beginning of this holiday season, a few weeks ago, I was talking Santa and my little guy said nothing. He just looked at me with this look. I knew what the look was. He wanted to discuss Santa and these stories he's apparently hearing from his friends, but his eyes told me he didn't have the heart to break it to me.

I let it go.

I believe that this is something he's going to have to come to terms with and when he feels comfortable enough to talk to me about it, well, I'll be here. In the meantime, I'm just going on with my happy holiday season as I always do.

The other day, while I was in the kitchen cooking, the conversation began.

"Mom, do you believe in Santa?" He asked.

"Of course." I replied.

Pause.

"Well, there's this kid in my class and he doesn't believe in Santa." He explained.

I sat down at the table with him, "He doesn't?" my voice appalled.

"No Mom. He said there's no such thing as Santa."

"He sounds like a grumpy kid to me." I told him.

Little man just looked at me.

"He really can't be a happy kid if he doesn't believe in Santa." I went on to explain.

His eyes lit up. I can see his mind exploring the option I just presented. "You know Mom, you're right. He always has a frown on." Little man went on to explain how this kid was nice, but just never happy.

Santa excitement kicked back in and we're good to go. For this year at least.