Every family goes through that loss of the belief in magic in their kids at some point. My oldest, Mr. Logical, has not believed in Santa since another kid gave him the skinny on the playground in third grade. Once the idea was planted, he said something to the effect of "well, that totally makes sense, because there are hundreds of millions of kids in the world and how would one person make it to all of their houses in one night?!" For him, the magic evaporated instantly in the face of logic. My middle, Mr. Sentimental, immediately heard the skinny from Mr. Logical but denies it, loudly and repeatedly. "AJ, IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE THAT SANTA IS NOT REAL. THEN WHO IS READING THOSE LETTERS THAT WE MAILED AT THE POST OFFICE?!?" My youngest is a believer in all things magical, from unicorns to mermaids to the jolly old elf in a red suit. Which is why I took just her to see Santa this year so that no big brothers would break out into an argument about whether sleighs can fly and how 300 million presents fit into one sack. We listened to Christmas music the whole way there and back, and she talked about how much she hoped Santa would bring her the Lego set with the dolphins. I know she is growing up and that it will come soon, but first I want to enjoy this year and this moment.
