The great part about having young children is that they can't tell time and they can't read a calendar. Davin and I are known for not celebrating the holidays on the actual holidays. This year Santa came to our house early (since there are SOOO many children he has to see and because we are going to Grandma Jo's house for the 23d thru the 25th and then off to Texas on the 26th.) Alea really enjoyed her Christmas. She got an Easy Bake Oven , clothes, Barbies, and of couse...a baby doll.
I will be surprised if Alea makes it to the end of the week still believing in Santa Clause. When we went to Beaches in Jamaica she had just turned three and she very gently broke the news to me that Elmo wasn't real and that there was a person under there. So once again last year she gently told me that Mickey Mouse, Goofy, etc. all had a person inside of them. (Of course, Cinderella is real she tells me.) Yesterday she asked me if there was a man under Santa Clause's outfit. I asked her what she meant and she said, "MOM, JUST TELL ME THE TRUTH." I told her there was a man under there. She let it go and still believes, but I do not know how much longer it will go. Sometimes she believes so that Mommy and Daddy won't be upset. Not because we know the truth but because we still believe. She is so smart. How many four year olds figure out the santa thing?!
The strange thing is the she knows God is real without a doubt. How do children know when to have faith?
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