It's probably the last year that all our children believe in Santa.
Alan is seven and a half, David six. By next year one or both of them will be a hardened little skeptic.
But this year, they got the full treatment. Much discussion of how Santa pulls it off. (There are mysteries -- how does he get down our tiny chimney? -- but hey, Santa must not be showing all his cards.) Milk and cookies left for him; empty glass and a couple of crumbs on the plate, come morning. You know the drill.
Claudia pulled off a particular masterstroke. The boys have been listening to Christmas music, and "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" has been a particular favorite. One of the boys came up with the idea of asking for Rudolph's autograph. Reindeers don't sign autographs! But they can do hoofprints. Claude spent several minutes making a stamp out of a potato...
Anyway. It was a good Christmas.