Santa

There is nothing like Santa to keep a whimsical sense of innocence and speculation in the heart of a little boy. We always figured it would be our eight year old son that would end this era of their childhood. However, it was our six year old that started to question and state how Santa can't be at all malls. So, we were daunted with the task of finding "the real Santa". Which means real hair, real beard, and chunky like tradition has shown for generations! I can thank the local news. And thanks to news stations running stories because a few have race/ethnic issues, combined with the intelligence of our youngest, daddy had to play damage control.

Unfortunately our society had derogated to the point we have to DVR daytime TV (all 5 main curse words are at all times of the day)... not to mention adult conversations that children have no business being exposed to. Children have a limited time to actually be innocent before the world makes them as jaded as peers.

I have a feeling that by next year our amazing little men will not have the fantasy of childhood we try to preserve. So, we put them in pajamas and slippers... and they even wrote letters days later for things forgotten.  

The gift behind this Santa is going to be the highlight of their morning! Daddy is spoiling his boys...