Last night as we put the finishing touches on our Christmas decor...Ashton started questioning if Santa was real. There is an age when a kid must learn that the actual man does not exist. Well, Ashton is at that age.
So....as we talked about it last night, I forgot just how much more emotional she is than her brother. Quinn was quiet analytical when we told him and understood. But the magic still existed for him. Ashton, on the other hand, is ALL emotion.
There were tears. There was anger. There was sadness.
Have I ruined Christmas for her? Will this Christmas...her 11th Christmas...be the year that the holiday season no longer holds the same magic it did before?
I hope I can still show her how special it is to give gifts to our family and friends...how special it is to share our time and our blessings with others.
So, how old were you when you found Santa was your mom and dad? I think I was about Ashton's age. I actually figured it out when I noticed Santa's handwriting matched my mom's. From that year forward, we no longer woke up on Christmas morning with new presents under the tree. They were always just there.
That is one thing we do differently. It is exciting to wake up Christmas morning and see a tree filled with presents, so we will continue the tradition of killing ourselves on Christmas Eve to get everything done before the kids wake up.
I have to say, this is a pretty rough way to start our holidays.
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I was in 4th grade and I remember it so vividly. Of course now it's funny. Not quite so funny, though, when I remember the year Will found out. It was the last year I would let him believe and celebrate Santa. That's all I wanted was one more year. Just one. Alas, a little girl in his Bible Class told him. When he came into the auditorium he was crying.
All I wanted was just one more year. ((sigh)).
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