My kids are 5 and 3, so I'm happy to wake up after 6 tomorrow morning. It's worth it to see them so excited, though. On the way home from Church, my daughter had a conversation with my wife that went like this:
Rebecca (my wife): Abigail (3), you need to get in bed so Santa can come.
Abigail: He's coming at 2:30.
Rebecca: How do you know?
Abigail, matter of factly: I Skyped with him.
I love my kids. And the idea that I've only got a couple years left of my son believing in Santa Claus kinda bums me out. Especially because once he stops believing, my daughter will puzzle it out soon after. I don't remember how old I was when I stopped believing in Santa, but I know my kids are running out of winter magic.
Rebecca (my wife): Abigail (3), you need to get in bed so Santa can come.
Abigail: He's coming at 2:30.
Rebecca: How do you know?
Abigail, matter of factly: I Skyped with him.
I love my kids. And the idea that I've only got a couple years left of my son believing in Santa Claus kinda bums me out. Especially because once he stops believing, my daughter will puzzle it out soon after. I don't remember how old I was when I stopped believing in Santa, but I know my kids are running out of winter magic.