Yesterday, Grace stood next to me in the kitchen. Every few seconds she laughed inexplicably. I raised my eyebrow at her. She laughed again. As I stirred her Ramen, the nervous laughter disappeared.
"Mom, is Santa real?"
Quick. Hit the stop button. Rewind. Anything that would take me away from that moment. I was not ready. Everything in her face told me that every possible cute answer I might give was going to fail. Still, I threw a Hail Mary.
"What do you think?"
"I think he's not real." The duh, Mom was implied.
Last ditch effort. "Well, you know what they say, if you don't believe in Santa, you don't get any presents."
"But I don't believe. Am I not getting presents?"
Sigh. It's over. Christmas will never be the same.
***
"There is still magic, Grace. You know where it is?"
She smiled and nodded, then put her hand on her heart.
"Always believe."
I hope she can remember that magic is in all of us. More importantly, it's in our relationships with other people. People are the magic of Disney, after all. Families and friends represent the magic of Christmas. The spirit of Christmas swells in the stories I keep reading about strangers paying layaway and cable bills for others. It's all around us. This is just one time when seeing isn't believing. Just the opposite. Believing is seeing.
I'll always believe.
Love this, Tricia!
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Meridith
Me, too!
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