This Christmas was the first Christmas that Shae seemed to have some idea of who Santa is, and what he brings. I made good use of the old threat, "I'll tell Santa what a naughty girl you've been!"
After Christmas, for about 6 solid weeks, Shae would ask if Santa was coming that night. I started to wonder if this would be a question she would ask 365 nights a year and I'd have to disappoint her all over again 364 of them.
Finally, around the middle of February, she made peace with the idea that Christmas was a long way off, and stopped asking about the jolly, fat man.
But, Santa lives.
In fact, Shae has taken to telling me: "Acshee (actually- a household favorite word) I goin' tell Santa on you, Mommy" when I do terrible things, like refuse her ice cream before dinner.
Looks like I can start pulling that threat out in June. Things are gonna get settled around here a lot faster with Santa back in the arsenal!
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