Growing-up my only memories of Santa was of a man wearing a red suit with a pillow stuffed in it and a fake beard. For some crazy reason I accepted that this "Santa" was truly Santa. Being a child and naive is "priceless".
We found our authentic and favorite Santa - he resides at Crocker Park in Westlake, Ohio between mid-November and Christmas Eve. For the past two years, the same Santa has embraced the dreams and hopes of my children.
His calm demeanor, his patience with the kids and his warm personality is what makes a believer that this gentleman my kids took too so warmly and shared their hopes and dreams is truly Santa!
My Norah is very wise beyond her years (she's only 5 1/2), but I can tell she's holding on to the specialness of Christmas and truly believing in Santa. I'm not so sure this will last very long. The other day while driving home from school she told me that she thinks there is more than one Santa. She said in so many words that (1) how could there be a Santa in every Mall and (2) there is no way he can make it to every house in one night. I had to agree with her, that just maybe, there was more than one Santa. And if there was, its okay, because whatever Santa arrives at hour house in the wee hours of Christmas morning - he is still special to us no matter what!
Thank you "Santa" (aka Jon/Daddy) for embracing Christmas and making sure our kids wishes and dreams come true!
Love,
Me
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