Will the real Santa please stand up, please stand up,  please stand up.   Last weekend, Z casually mentioned that certain Santas couldn’t be real. I mean “how could he possibly be in a thousand places at once”.  So, we broke and told him that certain Santas are indeed not real but they do work for the real Santa.  Dodged that bullet, right.

But the boy persisted.  “Mom, I’ve been thinking.  Santa is a big guy, how could he possibly get down the chimney”.  “And the cookies, that could be dad.  He does make cookie crumbs when he eats”

As he ticked off, fact after fact, my heart began to sink.  Had an era really come to an end!

Thats when the winner came to me.  Buddy how do you explain the noises on the roof?   With that, he sat quietly, pondering.  After several seconds, he said thoughtfully, “good point mom.  I mean, that has to be the reminder, what else could it be”.

Indeed buddy.   And with that, mommy might have saved the day…for now.