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...