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Today Kenny asked me if I would write a letter to Santa for him.   “You write whatever I say, ok Mama?”

It’s funny… Casey and I really haven’t told him anything about Santa, but I suppose with the Christmas specials he’s seen (Rudolf, Frosty, etc) and the Christmas storybooks we’ve read, he’s picked up a pretty hearty and excited admiration for the big guy with a belly like a bowl full of jelly.   He’s asked me how Santa’s going to get into our house (we have no chimney), if he’s going to remember to stop by with presents by the time the Advent calendar say’s it’s time (I think he’d feel more secure if Santa would just leave the presents under the tree already, like the one’s from Gramma that are already sitting there), and who exactly is giving him what (as in, “Are I going to get my presents from you or Santa?”).

So here was Kenny’s letter, as dictated to me: “Dear Santa, Please bring me a marker book.   And I want a flag for my playground.   And please  bring my little brother a toy.   And something for Mommy.   We already got Dadda something.   Thank you, Kenny and Mommy and Dadda and Cooper.”

Then he colored the other side and covered it with stickers, and then asked me how exactly we were going to get to the North Pole to give it to him.   I tried explaining that the USPS would take care of that one, but he wasn’t buying it.  

You gotta love that a three-year-old has no problem believing in a guy who flies through the air in a sled pulled by reindeer, but can’t fathom that an envelope and a stamp will take your letter anywhere you want it to go…