If so, maybe this story will bring you back to a trouble-free time in your life – a time when school was fun and spinach was disgusting. Think back to when your only worry was wondering if Santa got that letter you mailed him, and if he’d overlook that ball you chucked through the neighbor’s window. Remember? Remember waiting in line for your turn to tell the big guy that special gift you’d been wanting…since almost last Christmas, even?
My sister Randi was talking to her her eight year old son, Dean, and it went something like this:
Dean: “Mom, the kids on the bus told me there’s no such thing as Santa.”
Randi: “They don’t believe? Well, I feel sorry for them.”
Dean: “Mom. I’m not a little kid anymore, you know.”
Randi (fighting back tears): “I know. You’re a big boy.”
Dean: “You can't fool me. I know the truth about Santa. All these Santas in the mall and on T.V. are fake. The real Santa’s home making all the toys. Right, Ma?”
Randi: “Cant fool you, Deany.”
I found my Christmas spirit through the eyes of an eight year old. Where'd you find yours?
Please support me with your honesty.