Hello everyone. Sorry it has been such a long time since I posted (over a month), but the holidays kept us very busy. Today's post is going to be about Christmas, specifically Santa Claus. Bob, our oldest son-now 15, has not believed in Santa for about 4 years. SJ still believed last year, but I thought surely at 13 he would no longer believe. I could not have been more wrong.
A few times before Christmas day, he mentioned Santa Claus. I wasn't sure if he was joking, but on the chance that he wasn't I kept quiet. If he does still believe, Christmas will still seem magical. Also, an excellent tool to use to keep his behavior in check.
On Christmas Eve, we had my husband's sisters and their families over. Most of our nephews and one niece are much older than the boys, so they brought their girlfriends/wife/husband. We mostly hung out and chatted, but we did play one game before presents. SJ had everyone playing a game called Bean Boozled.
We had A LOT of fun with this game. SJ was "emcee" and offered an extra toothbrush to anyone who got a "gross" flavor. The funniest was when my husband's nephew got dog food followed by skunk spray. He tried to kiss his girlfriend, but she cleverly avoided him. We played that game for over 30 minutes.
After we opened presents, Bob started an indoor snowball fight (a fun item that I got a few years ago at our Christmas Crawl). This "fight" went on for at least 30 minutes.
We continued to hang out with the family and around 10:00 p.m. SJ came downstairs with his "Santa" list. Oh crap, I thought. What if there were things on his list that "Santa" didn't get. (Of course, there were a few that he didn't get, but Grammy and the aunts had those covered.) He also carefully picked out some cookies and poured a glass of milk for Santa.
My sisters-in-law left around 10:30, but the nephews were still at our house. SJ came downstairs at 11:00 and was shocked that we still had company. He said, "Santa isn't going to come if people are still here." His not so polite way of saying "go home now." Jackson and his wife got the hint and left shortly after.
Santa wasn't able to come until around midnight. We had some cleaning up to do after the party and it took a long time to bring all the presents downstairs.
Promptly at 5:53 a.m., SJ was awake and excited that Santa had arrived. He tried to wake Bob, but he was sound asleep. He did wake my husband and I and we tiredly made our way downstairs. SJ looked so happy when he saw his pile of presents. He was disappointed when he would occasionally open a box that contained a clothing item. He even said, "I thought I told Santa no clothes this year." We told him to stop complaining and to continue to open his presents. He got his prized PS4 and was disappointed that he did not get Lego Dimensions from Santa. I reminded him that he had asked Grammy for this item. "Oh yeah," was his reply.
Bob woke up around 10:30 and opened his presents. He was happy, but did not have the magic in his eyes that those who believe in Santa do. So here is my quandary. Should I allow SJ to keep believing at the risk that some teenage kid is going to make fun of him? Or should I not say a word and let the magic continue? I took a poll of those questions from my dear friends and the consensus is just let the magic continue. So that is what I did. Hopefully the magic will still be with him next year!