The Little Man is now eight years old. I’ll now do my obligatory parental moaning about how old that makes me feel. Yes, I am old. With that done, on to the more important fact that the Little Man still believes in Santa (and those wonderful elves that peek in the window at just the right moment). When I was a kid way back when, it wouldn’t be that exciting that an eight year old still believes in Santa. But in this age of early maturing, internet crazed, media savvy kids, it feels like a bit of a Christmas miracle. I expected by now he’d be on to the fact that it is mom and dad who are eating cookies and carrots at midnight and not the fat man in the red suit.
Having a child in the house who is still a Believer is a magical thing and one that I surprise myself at how much more fun it makes the holiday. The countdown to Christmas, letters to Santa, spotting elves in windows plus all the other holiday nuances combine for some real Christmas magic. I am soaking it up as I fear that this may be the last year we get to revel in the magic, but then again I said that last year. If the Little Man can believe in well proportioned man and his reindeer powered ride, maybe I can believe that this won’t be the last year for Santa to visit our house.