The Believer

Sophie has been talking about Santa for weeks, but last night was the first time she really understood the whole operation. We set out cookies on a little plate, and she was so serious about it - arranging them just so, making sure there was enough milk in the glass. ‘For Santa, Mama!’ she kept saying, like I might not understand the gravity of the situation.

The Believer

Marcus ate the cookies at midnight (obviously), and I may have strategically left some very convincing crumbs. When Sophie woke up this morning and saw the evidence, she absolutely lost her mind in the best possible way. The pure joy on her face when she realized Santa had actually been here - I’m never getting over it.

This is what Christmas is supposed to feel like. All magic and wonder and sticky fingers from too many candy canes before breakfast. She’s already planning what cookies to leave next year.