I'm not sure how it happened, but you believe in Santa Clause, pretty much wholeheartedly. I've never encouraged the legend with total enthusiasm like a lot of parents, but apparently I've done enough. It's not like I have a problem with it and feel like I'm lying to you, really, and I don't have a problem with the actual encouragement of by other parents; it's just, I dunno, maybe I'm projecting onto you. See, I was NEVER a believer. I can remember being a small tyke and going along with the myth, but secretly feeling like I was doing it for my parents benefit. And that wasn't a bad thing, it was fun and it meant even more! presents! But when I finally asked my mom if Santa was real and she asked if I "really wanted to know", it was a relief. Sometimes I think you are a lot like me, sometimes I realize you are a lot like your dad and sometimes I realize you are your own little wonderful person; and your own little wonderful person wants to believe Santa is real. I think that means you are much more "cup half full" than I am.
My favorite Santa picture is the one from last year; we were at Disneyland and they had real reindeer and an awesome looking Santa dude. You were too busy, you wanted to go on rides and visiting Santa was not on your agenda. I made you go anyway and when you sat on the bench you turned away, crossed your arms and totally snubbed the old fella. But the funniest part of the picture is the fact that Santa followed suit and what resulted was a picture of Santa on one side of the bench, you on the other, and total looks of snubbery on both of your faces.
Needless to say, I didn't make you take a picture with Santa this year, because when it comes right down to it you like Santa, but you don't want to actually have to share space him.
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