This is my (bad) mommy confession:
I'm ready for the Santa thing to be over.
I have been excited these past years to play Santa and make the magic happen. The magic on the morning of the 25th has made my heart jump and my eyes tear up. Even the big gruff daddy is reduced to misty eyes as his daughter squeals with delight over the magic that has seemingly occured overnight.
Yet as each year passes, we get more tired and it gets harder to make the magic. No longer can I shop with DD in tow simply hiding things in the cart or distracting her while the cashier bags them. No longer can I ship her to bed at 7 or 8pm, get things under the tree and have us in bed by midnight.
Now I have to disguise my handwriting on the tags - or recruit a neighbor to help.
Now I have to keep THE wrapping paper hidden and not use it for anything other than Santa gifts.
Now I have to remember which gifts were from SANTA and which were from us.
Now the MAGIC on Christmas eve doesn't even START until midnight and that's after a triple check that she's asleep and involves lots of tip-toeing and shushing (DH is like a bull in a china shop).
I still love the magic - I ADORE the magic. I don't want it to go away - I just wish it wasn't so much darned work!
I am awaiting the day when some child convinces my daughter that Santa isn't real. I'll greet that day with both sadness for the loss of the MAGIC and - I confess -with relief.
Then it will simply be time to make NEW traditions and NEW magic because, afterall, what is a childhood without it?