I love how entertaining it can be for a small child to believe that they must behave well in advance of Christmas. This magical belief cannot be swayed until they reach a young age of dawning wisdom. I recall when I had realized I lost that sense of wonder and magic.
I was seven and it dawned on me in the cafeteria at breakfast, while waiting for the first class of the day to start, that I had been believing in something that the other children did not believe any more. this moment was monumental for me growing up. It makes me wonder how my mother felt when I told her I didn't believe in Santa anymore.
My daughter is still a firm believer in the magic of Christmas, so much that even during the summer days, she mentions her questions of the whimsical magical man. The idea sprung to her mind when looking through a Christmas book about the Elf of the Shelf, which is extremely cute in itself. It's cute to see her growing through these stages, but I can also see how quickly things turn through her mind. Soon she will read the sentences I read to her, knowing and absorbing information far before I have to explain it to her anymore.
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