Friday, December 21, 2007

I’m Sleeping with Santa

OK, so my “Santa” has a goatee where a fluffy white beard should be and there’s a complete absence of hair and passion for reindeer and Christmas carols. But other than that, my hubby is THE man this season.

Especially in my heart.

It seems that one of our littlest BFFs has had a waning belief in the holly jolly man this season. And to help reignite that mystical magic, her mom and dad contacted Santa and asked that he call her and her little brother for a holiday heart-to-heart.

Terrified of letting the kids down, Santa googled the names of all the reindeer just in case he was peppered with “prove-it” type questions. He wrote down what each child wanted for Christmas and walked around the house practicing his “Ho! Ho! Ho!”

Just before it was time to call, Santa grabbed his cell phone and headed to his — ahem — sleigh so he could get a good signal.
At 7:30 on the dot, Santa *67’d his number (so as not to reveal that he was vacaying in Texas instead of the North Pole) and called the kids.

“Santa! Hey Santa! I want to show you my room,” said the little brother during his 15-minute phone chat with the big guy. “I have lots of cool stuff in there.”

The on-the-fence-belieiving big sister was a little more skeptical, keeping her one-on-one short and sweet.

After they said their good-byes, their dad called Santa to let him know what the kids had thought.

“Daddy, this is so weird,” he shared, relaying what his daughter had said. “Santa Claus sounds just like Falk.”


“No, I don’t think so,” he replied. “That WAS Santa.”

With daddy’s confirmation, all faith was restored.

There’s magic and power in believing the unbelievable. And it’s so easy to keep that child-like wonder alive — in all of us. All it takes is a good friend and a phone call from Santa.

I’m a believer all over again. Thank you Santa, I love you.

-smell you later-
Coop’s Mom (aka Tessa)

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