magic.

when i was growing up christmas was magical. my mom and dad were sure to make every one just as memorable as the last. we read Luke 2, we decorated cookies, had a candle light dinner, everything that made the holiday special. but there was one tradition i would argue, although i'm sure my brothers would agree, was the best. every december 23, rain or shine, we got a knock at the door. and we would all rush to answer it while mom and dad watched on. we all knew who it was at the door, but the magic was still there. Santa himself. he came every year to make sure we were still being good, that we were helping our mother, that our wish list's that we had sent were still on. i always knew it was the real Santa. not the silly ones in the mall. this Santa knew my name. he knew my family. he even knew what i had asked for.

last night there was a knock at the door. we could hear the bells. perhaps it was him. bowen answered it.

when i heard bowen gasp, i knew it must be Santa! the second he walked in the door, bo eagerly hugged him.

Santa made sure that our stockings were hung by the chimney with care.

then he and bowen visited for a while. bowen reminded him what he wanted, and asked if he would visit his grandma and papa in Ghana. Santa knew all about them, and said, he was on his way there! Santa asked if bowen's room was clean, if he had been helping his mom, and of course, if he would make him some yummy round sugar cookies. bowen then had several questions about how he gets on the roof, how he comes down the chimney, how the reindeer fly. Santa told him what he could and said the rest is just magic!

Santa let bo dig in his big bag for a treat and ring his magic christmas bells.

It was perfect. magical.

bo had a hard time concentrating while we read books before bed. he had a dozen more questions which we tried our best to answer. but what do we know, we've never seen santa at work either?

it's just magic!