Thursday, December 08, 2011
For the record: It should more or less read...
Dear Santa, I know you are one of the helpers, not the real Santa. The real Santa was St. Nicholas, and he lived a very long time ago, and did nice things for children, that we have embraced and carry on to this day, because charity and love are good, and we like to believe in things we cannot see, and keep our faith in peace, sharing, and good will toward all. I know my mommy and daddy are believers and keep Christmas, the magic and faith, alive in our home. Now that I know the *secret,* I can do the same. Of course knowing the truth does nothing to dampen my love of Christmas, and all the traditions and fun that comes in this season of light. And so, please do note my wish list, and thank you for the crayons.
Maria's drawing of the wooden dolls we painted together; our own dear Nativity.
She figured it out all by herself. The whole Santa gig is up, but she isn't crushed and dismayed. She thinks it's funny. And she also seems perfectly content to carry on believing, in a new fashion, and immersing herself in the pleasure of knowing the truth and keeping the faith.
So. I guess it should come as no surprise that at the top of her list is, "science stuff... anything science-y!" She asked for a squishy brain for her birthday, and a science encyclopedia, and those have been embraced and adored very much. Rounding out her list, dear Santa, please: An American Girl doll. That catalog found its way into our home and is covered in stars... "and this one! And this one! And I like this one too!" Stars all over every page.
She has been a very good girl.
She asked Santa, but she winked at me.