Santa’s Magic

The other night after Charlie had fallen asleep, Eddie turned to me and said the words I knew had to be coming soon, “Mom. Some kids at school say Santa is not real.”

Eddie is eight and in the third grade. I knew very well that kids talk and it wouldn’t be much longer before my super inquisitive buddy would have questions about the validity of Santa Claus.

“Well, Eddie, what do you think is true?” I asked him, a bit nervous of the answer.

“I think,” he said slowly, “that he is real because you and dad would never lie to us.”

A part of me winced, but I said, “It’s true, daddy and I will never lie to you. And Santa’s magic is very real. Do you know how I know that?”

“How,” he whispered with wonder.

“Because,” I said, “I can see it in you and your brother and sister. I can see the magic twinkle in your eyes when you think about Santa and when you love each other.”

“Why would kids say he’s not real then?”

“I don’t know. There are always going to be people who say this or that is not real. There are people who will say stuff we know to be true–like science–is  not real. And there will be people who have a hard time believing things they can’t see like God or Jesus are not real too. We just have to decide for ourselves.”

“And you think Santa is real?”

“I think Santa’s magic is very real.”

“Me too, Mom. Me too.”

This may be the last year that Eddie believes in the actual man, Santa. And that is Ok. As long as he never loses the Christmas magic that is love and gratitude and joy.

Stockings made by Great Gram Sluiter: Charles, Alice, Edward

The Year of the Frisky Santa and Freckled Lemonade

We don’t have a very good history with visiting Santa.

Eddie’s first try he was awesome…until he realized whose lap he was on.

The second time around was by far the most disastrous, but also quite classic. I blame Marvin.

Last year Eddie talked a big game, but when it was show time? He blanked.

This year he knew what Santa was about.  This year we had practiced what he was going to ask Santa for and how polite he would be to prove his “goodness” when the Big Guy asked about it.

However, leading up to the event if you asked Eddie if he was excited to see Santa, he would say, “No. I don’t yike his bee-yud” (that’s “beard” in 3.5 year old speak).

He did not sway from this.

As we stood in line he hung back a bit giving Santa the stink eye.

“What’s the matter, bud? Look how nice he is!”

“I don’t yike his bee-yud, mom.”

“You don’t have to touch his beard, hun.”

“Ok. Cha-yee will go with me?”

“yup. And I will too.”


Boy. I did NOT know what I was getting myself into agreeing to that.

When it was our turn, Santa gladly took a reluctant Eddie on his knee as I sat next to Santa with Charlie.

Please excuse the I-Worked-All-Day-With-Teenagers look I have going on.

Please excuse the I-Worked-All-Day-With-Teenagers look I have going on.

Moments later, Santa insists that I get on his knee too.  I offer to just give him Charlie, but he insists.  I look at Cort…who is just laughing poised ready to snap the picture when I climb up on that pony.

No, there was no organization to this.  We Sluiters enjoy flying by the seats of our long as those pants seats end up on Santa's lap. Wait. what?

No, there was no organization to this. We Sluiters enjoy flying by the seats of our pants…as long as those pants seats end up on Santa’s lap. Wait. what?

Oh…and the conversation between Santa and Eddie was absolutely too riveting not to share:

Santa: What is your name?

Eddie: Eddie

S: How old are you, Eddie?

E: Three.

S: Have you been good this year, Eddie?

E: I don’t know. Yeah.

S: Well what would you like Santa to bring you for Christmas this year?

E: I don’t know.

S: what is your favorite toy right now?

E: I don’t know.

S: What do you think your baby brother would like?

E: I don’t know.

S: How about your mom and dad?

E: I don’t know.

S: Well you are all in luck!  We made extra “I don’t knows” this year!!! Lots to go around!

It would have gone on like this forever had I not excused myself from Santa’s lap and told Eddie to tell Santa thank you.  Then Santa sent Eddie on his way with four mini-candy canes. One for each of us (so really four for Eddie).

All of a sudden Santa was Eddie’s fricking BFF.  He wanted to go back and “do it again.”

But we persevered and headed to our annual post-Santa meal at Red Robin.

(Sidenote: when I say “annual” I mean we did it last year so we figured we would do it again this year, hence it is now annual.)

When we pulled into the parking lot, Eddie said, “We get to go IN?”

Apparently we don’t get out much.

Also? Both Cort and I obsessed over what we would order ALL DAY.

Yeah, no. We don’t get out much AT ALL.

mmm. freckled lemonade for the win!

mmm. freckled lemonade for the win!

Eddie ordered his own meal, ate the whole thing, peed on the potty, and used his manners.

And said, “Thank you mom. Thank you so much dad. I YUV dis place!”

We may not get out much, but least when we do? We make it count.

Santa! The Big Man! The Head Honcho!

Last year, this happened with Santa.

Thank GOODNESS Marvin wasn’t working the Santa gig last night.


Eddie was still wary.  It’s like he blanked.

don't bother me...I'm...thinking.

Like most kids, he is very excited about the idea of Santa.

But when faced with the Big Man himself?'s a football?

Alas, Eddie didn’t have much to say to Jolly Old Saint Nick.

But he was nice, and gave Eddie a candy cane and told us all to be good.

luckily Eddie was not told he would shoot his eye out.

And Eddie avoided eye contact the whole time.

Until we were out of Santa’s “lair”.

Then he was all talk about how much he likes Santa.

Go figure.

How are your kids with Santa?

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