Here is my little Christmas Confession
Every Christmas eve, It is almost impossible for me to fall asleep. I still believe in the Christmas spirit. All night I sit up and hope that in the morning when I wake up a miracle has occurred. A present I have always wanted or didn't even know I wanted would be waiting for me under the tree.
That element of surprise and anticipation still keeps me up and I love it. Here is my draw back,
when I wake up in the morning and there is no miracle, it tends to depress me, and my Christmas day is ruined. Now the Question, (MY DELIMA) do I pass this on to my children?
Alexis: "Mommy, Santa isn't real, is he?"
Mom: "What do you Think"
Alexis: "I don't think he is real Mommy, is he"
Mom "uhh, Lets ask your dad"
Do I Say: "No, Santa isn't real". Tell her the truth and crush any anticipation of a Christmas miracle happening that night. Or do I LIE and say" yep Santa exists" and have her follow in my footsteps of disappointment when her Christmas wish doesn't come true?