H woke up early this morning…“It is Christmas, Mom! C’mon… get up!”
Then quoting Mr. Scrooge he added, “I don’t know what to do! I’m as light as a feather, I’m as happy as an angel, I’m as merry as a school-boy…”
H loves Christmas and even at 15 he desperately wants to believe in Santa. As far as I am concerned – if it gives him joy – go for it buddy! I did meddle with this years ago – when H was in grade three… but I learned my lesson. (There is a link to that story at the end of this post.)
On Christmas Eve, H left out milk and some brownies that he made for Santa and a few carrots for his reindeer. Christmas morning, as is our tradition, he was met with a note of thanks and encouragement from the Jolly Old…
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