Somehow, my adorable little girl has discovered that there is no Santa. Not really.
We thought we had her totally fooled the year we hid her new bicycle out on the porch and brought it in just minutes before her dad shook the traditional Christmas bells. Just minutes before we got her and Lorenzo up for the Christmas morning opening of the presents.
"Look you guys! Santa was just here! It's still cold!"
Years later she confessed that she had seen a large box in the back of our Ford Escort and could poke her finger through and see pink tubing that she knew was a bike.
When she did find out that there was no Santa, she broke into tears. I pulled her into my arms to console her.
"Don't cry baby-girl," I said.
"But Momma, this means that all these years you and Daddy have been getting us TWICE the presents and letting Santa get all the credit."
I think I sobbed along with her I was so touched by that little girl.
Somehow, my other adorable little girl has discovered that there is no Santa.
I looked at her little face. Tears were streaming, running into her curls. I prepared to pull her into my arms for consolation.
"Aaaah Momma! You mean you guys have been LYING to me all these years??"
Love both of you guys and I have all the memories of each Christmas lodged in my brain.
Forever there along with the year I made all three of us wear matching tree sweatshirts with black velvet stirrup pants. I thought we were so cute!