Around Christmastime this past year, he informed me that he was 95% sure there was a Santa Claus but he thought there was a 5% chance that he didn’t exist. Somehow, in just four little months, his strong belief in the jolly fat man took a significant nose dive and on Easter Eve, after some pressing questions and doubts, my husband and I came clean. It was time.
Over the years, we never made too big a deal out of these two characters, I didn’t want them to overshadow the real reason we celebrate. However, I enjoyed believing in their existence when I was child and taking into consideration my son’s vivid imagination, I know he enjoyed it too.
Yesterday, the subject of these fictitious holiday helpers came up again and I had the chance to ask my son if he was a little disappointed that Santa and his flying reindeer weren’t real.
“Yeah, a little.” he said.
“I know,” I agreed. “I think it would be cool if reindeer really could fly. Hey…maybe in Heaven the deer will be able to fly!”
“Yeah,” my son said. “And when I get there, I could take a ride on one!”
A boy and his mom can dream, can’t we?
I’ll be standing in line behind my son for this Heavenly ride. Anyone care to join us?