I can't find my camera. It's Christmas Eve. I Broke One of Whisper presents..the one that would pull all the others together into a great themed package.Okay breathing.......
I Get all the boys gifts wrapped and out stockings stuffed and all the pretending to be asleep boys start getting up. WIDE AWAKE they take a bath. I stuff all the gifts into a bag and hide the stockings. Uh I already ate the cookies..confessed..told them I would put out more before I went to bed.
Playing this Santa game isn't easy, Tristan said before he went to bed there is alot of things in my head that tell me Santa isn't really real. I am not sure Santa is going to last as a tradition in our house for many more years.He is not why Christmas exists and I try so much harder to make him real than I try making Jesus a bigger part of his own birthday.hmmmm I love the whole Santa thing it's fun or at least it was a long time ago when I thought he was real.I think it may be easier to get girls to believe in fantasy because we want so much for magic , fairytales and perfection. My fairytale seems more and more like reality and truth seems so much easier than trying to pretend.
So I will leave behind perfection, scrambling to make Santa real and pray I celebrate Christmas peacefully because Jesus came to give me peace. Happy Birthday Jesus.
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