Today, I took the kids to the Galleria to get there picture taken with Santa and tell him what they want. I won't post a picture with this blog, I sent one to all of our family members and I don't want to ruin it!
But in the car on the way there, the kids were in the back having a conversation that went something like this.
O: "What if Santa dies from really old age?" (He's very aware lately of human mortality.)
A: "Well obviously, God would bring him back to life!"
I had to chuckle to myself, but then I started to wonder... at what age are they going to stop believing in Santa? I almost dread that time. I love seeing the wonder and excitement in their eyes. But at the same time, I can't wait for them to have what I have. The Spirit of Christmas in me. I get goosebumps when I find that "perfect" gift and count down the minutes till they get to open it. I get warm and tingly when I drop off my donated gifts for the Angel Tree, knowing that my present will make some child's Christmas morning. Or hearing that certain Christmas song that brings tears to my eyes and memories to my mind.
Whether it's a man in red or something you feel in your heart, this time of year makes all of us wonder. So... to every child, or child-at-heart, I ask you... do you believe?
If you were to ask me... I Believe.
2 comments:
Well, of course I BELIEVE! Hello, I believe also that as I age I will greatly resemble Mrs. Clause. What with the cookie baking and such. I know what you mean though, LOVE finding that one gift for someone. Kinda like Van Gogh Barbie or Glee.
And why not?????? After all.....not everyone gets to be Santa's helpers!!
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