Her: Dad just told me that Santa isn't real.
yeah, folks, on Christmas Day.
Me: Well, what brought that up?
Her: Well, I was asking questions and he just told me
Me: Well, I think he's wrong. I mean I've always heard you have to believe to receive. I think that's how that goes.
Me: Um, you don't get presents from Santa if you don't believe in him.
Her: Oh. Well. I believe, then.
Last year I think she put up a good front to ensure that Santa delivered, but this year the gig is up. It's been a little bit of a blessing in disguise, though, because I've really enjoyed my newly enlisted Santa shopper. We've perused stores all over town for little sissy and it's been a ton of fun. I like how she's gotten into the spirit of making this a great first Christmas for mon petit bebe. Shame, little bit won't really have a memory of it. Oh well, I'll have a nice memories to share with her when she's older.
Plus, Big Sissy has learned the joy of getting to pick out what she wants in the stores, an added benefit of us both getting what we want. Me, I don't have to worry that I've selected another bogus gift for her.
|that, folks, is a look of disappointment...a failed gift.|
Here are some cute videos of kiddos getting what they want for Christmas. Hope you enjoy. Happy Holidays!
and a not so happy camper...