On Christmas Eve, Daughter started to feel a little bit sad about not believing. I told her that if she truly believed in her heart of hearts, that he would come. I told Little Son the same thing. And I saw the slightest hint of a sparkle in their eyes.
Yesterday morning when we all got up, Santa had left a Guitar Hero World Tour for them - and their stockings filled to the brim! The looks on their faces said it all. Santa is real, alright. His magic never fails to arrive with Christmas.