My two youngest grandchildren, A and O, asked the big Santa question to their mother this year, and she didn't lie, she just asked them, "what do you think?" To make this story shorter, they both decided that Santa isn't real, but they would just continue to pretend like he is.
It's hard on this grandma not having any children who really believe in Santa anymore, especially since she will go to her grave convinced that when she was just a child, still sleeping in a crib, she remembers vividly Santa coming up to her crib and lifting her eye lids to see if she was really asleep. I also witnessed the miracle of Christmas at work more than once when there seemed to be no way that my three boys would be able to have a very good Christmas. Somehow, every single year, God made a way. Yes, I will always believe in magic and miracles of Christmas. It appears that this year though, grandma is the only one left to believe!
Wishing you and yours a very blessed Christmas,
Grandma B
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