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I posted a couple of weeks ago how my 6-year-old son's first grade teacher told the class there wasn't a Santa. Our son was fine with it; he actually pities his teacher because he feels she is misguided.
At any rate, our neighbors a couple of houses down heard the story because their daughter babysits for us. The dad came over to ask if he could come by Christmas morning dressed as Santa. He was pretty annoyed with the teacher so he wanted to specially deliver two presents to our kids that "somehow were in the bottom of the sack and didn't get delivered the night before."
(He does Santa for scouting functions and hospital visits - he's a great guy.)
Anyway, we agreed, and hubby rewrapped two presents and dropped them off at his house.
And what a surreal experience it was this morning.
About 9:00 a.m., we're halfway through the process, candy and wrapping paper and slippers and Legos everywhere, and here's the doorbell. We open the door and Santa walks in.
Pretty cool.
Kids were impressed, but not fooled, but they didn't let on while he was there. He Ho-ho-ho'd and gave them presents, talked about how good they were, called them by their names, gave them hugs. We gave Santa a big platter of Christmas cookies for his "up north" family and took pictures and thanked him.
After? Our son says, "Well, that's not the real Santa." Why, we ask, and he says, "That guy is a lot older than Santa."
(My husband stopped by their house to thank their family earlier this afternoon. We did tell him our son wasn't fooled, but we said it was because he thought the real Santa was much older.
It was a good experience all in all, and it certainly reinforces our views of how many good people live in this world.
How was your Christmas?

At any rate, our neighbors a couple of houses down heard the story because their daughter babysits for us. The dad came over to ask if he could come by Christmas morning dressed as Santa. He was pretty annoyed with the teacher so he wanted to specially deliver two presents to our kids that "somehow were in the bottom of the sack and didn't get delivered the night before."
(He does Santa for scouting functions and hospital visits - he's a great guy.)
Anyway, we agreed, and hubby rewrapped two presents and dropped them off at his house.
And what a surreal experience it was this morning.
About 9:00 a.m., we're halfway through the process, candy and wrapping paper and slippers and Legos everywhere, and here's the doorbell. We open the door and Santa walks in.
Pretty cool.
Kids were impressed, but not fooled, but they didn't let on while he was there. He Ho-ho-ho'd and gave them presents, talked about how good they were, called them by their names, gave them hugs. We gave Santa a big platter of Christmas cookies for his "up north" family and took pictures and thanked him.
After? Our son says, "Well, that's not the real Santa." Why, we ask, and he says, "That guy is a lot older than Santa."
(My husband stopped by their house to thank their family earlier this afternoon. We did tell him our son wasn't fooled, but we said it was because he thought the real Santa was much older.
It was a good experience all in all, and it certainly reinforces our views of how many good people live in this world.

How was your Christmas?