Here Comes Santa Claus

I am lucky. Neither of my children questions the realness of Santa. They believe hook, line and sinker. I believe too, but in a different way. Today, Santa came to town. He flew in on a helicopter. What could be better than Santa and a helicopter. Happy boys = Happy mommy. I was glad that this weekend we had blue skies, unlike the wind and rain of last weekend. Really happy mommy.

As we headed up to the Santa visit, I had to wonder if there would be tears this year. Or total shyness. We had our letter to Santa. To help him remember what exactly you want. And we waited in line.

When Santa walked by, sweetE asked why he was wearing glasses. So we explained that Santa has to read a lot of letters and that makes you have to wear glasses when you get older. It helps that both of us wear them. As we waited in line, I asked them what they were going to ask for. Coaching is always a good idea. Especially if you already are in possession of the gift from Santa. SweetP wanted a remote control helicopter and a scooter. SweetE wants a bug vacuum and a dart board (magnetic, of course).

When it was our turn, we headed in and they both walked up to Santa. Huge improvement over previous years. They both sat on his lap. SweetP talked to him! He gave him details of what kind of helicopter he wanted. SweetE whispered that he wanted a bug vacuum. Success!!! Everyone oohed and ahhed about how cute they were. And they really were. They were in their winter sweaters and they had haircuts Thursday night. And they were being their cute selves. Not the whiney versions that we have seen lately. Tired and or sick will do that to you.

As we were leaving, sweetP asked me, "Do you think Santa used his magic so he wouldn't sound old?" Santa's magic is pretty powerful stuff. Both boys agreed that Santa's beard felt like a pillow. The annual Santa visit could not have been better. Of course I believe in magic, and Santa.