*sniff* It’s official. My oldest no longer believes in Santa Claus. Yet another milestone reached on his path to becoming a man. We had the Talk last night as I was knitting and we were watching some cheesy program on television. I am sad but I am surprised he’s lasted this long when others his age haven’t believed in a few years. I feel very lucky and priviledged that it has lasted 11 years. Well, technically 10 because he says he started questioning last year.

All is not lost, however. He’s excited about the idea that he can be part of making it fun for his younger brother. He realized that it was us outside ringing the jingle bells to get him to sleep and now he wants to be the one to do it. Yes, he has grown but we will still have a magical time, just together.