Have you ever blogged a story just so that you had it for your own memory for the future? This is one of those special stories that I think is so beautiful but it may be only in my mind.
As you know, I have a six year old named Noah. He is in first grade and way too smart for his own good.
He always wants to know how things work and is a very concrete thinker, just like his mommy.
So when the discussion in school centered around the existence of Santa Claus, Noah came home and was very deliberate in his questioning as to the existence of Santa.
Before I had kids, I actually did NOT want to use Santa. But I got overruled by pretty much everyone and Santa has been given credence in our home.
So when Noah came to me and said "Mommy, S doesn't believe in Santa and her parents buy her presents, so why should I believe?" I told him that those who don't believe in Santa get presents from their parents and those who do believe in Santa get presents from Santa and their parents.
I figured from then on the only reason he believed in Santa was to get more stuff. Which was fine for now. At least he played along for the sake of his little brother.
Then came Christmas morning.
(Now is when the actual sweet story starts)
When we put our Christmas decorations up each year, we put them on a timer to come on around 5:00 PM each night and go off around 11:00.
But on Christmas Eve before I went to bed, I thought it would be fun to set the timer to come on around 6:45 AM so the kids knew when it was late enough for them to get up.
Little did I know that my sneaky 6 year old was intending to get up and see Santa for himself.
Around 5:45 AM, Noah came into our bedroom (thinking it was still the middle of the night and that Santa hadn't come yet) and told us that he was going to sleep on the couch and wait for Santa. Steve did the same thing every year when he was a little boy so we gave Noah the go ahead to sleep on the couch.
Our living room is very dark and there weren't that many presents this year so Noah didn't see anything under the tree in the dark, assumed Santa hadn't been there yet, and set up a little bed for himself on the couch.
I don't know if he fell back asleep or not, but around 6:45, MAGIC HAPPENED!
Suddenly, all of the Christmas lights magically came on and there were presents under the tree.
Santa had come right before his very eyes!
At bedtime Christmas night, when I asked Noah what was his favorite part of Christmas, assuming he would rattle off his favorite gifts, his answer surprised me:
"The best part of Christmas was that I got to see Santa"
He is now a full believer.