A few years ago I suddenly had 2 non believers. Even now it makes me sad.
Christmas would forever more be different from the ones that came before.
Different….very very different.
From that day, we will not have a visit to Santa, you see, they no longer believe.
I am much more upset about this than they were.
No longer will I see their faces light up when they meet that special man.
No longer will they suddenly turn shy and go very quite, mouths open with an eye popping gaze.
No longer will I creep around on Christmas Eve, collecting all the presents from their hiding places.
To be honest, they didn’t really believe the year before, but we visited Santa and went through the motions. I think it was more to keep me happy, rather than them.
They are growing up, growing up way too fast.