9 years, 7 months.
Dear Holly,
This past weekend while we were at Christmas with the Alpacas at TMMA Farms in Trion, Georgia, I took your photo with Santa.
I feel like there was a noticeable vibe of skepticism. As we were leaving afterwards, you referred to him as “that Santa”, not as if he were “the Santa”.
Makes me wonder if this is the final year you believe in any Santa at all…
Love,
Daddy
13 years, 2 months.
Dear Jack,
I learned earlier this week that you ordered online your most powerful pellet gun yet. The next day, it magically arrived at our doorstep.
Naturally, you tested out the new sight in our living room.
As is your tradition with your friend and our neighbor Aiden, you found something interesting in the neighborhood dumpster: A cardboard cut-out of Santa.
This story couldn’t end any other way: Santa has become your official target for shooting your new air rifle.
You are able to shoot through 8 cans in one shot. So I’m pretty sure Santa won’t be holding up for much longer.
Love,
Daddy
7 years, 8 months.
Dear Holly,
For the weeks leading up to Christmas Day, you had been making Mommy and me aware of your newest very wiggly tooth. We kept speculating what it would be like to lose your 2nd tooth right before Christmas.
Sure enough, on Christmas Eve, you approached me in the kitchen, showing off how loose your tooth had become.
I did what is simply in my nature to do: I effortlessly snatched out that tiny little tooth for you.
Confirmation: The Tooth Fairy gave you 10 dollars for that tooth, alongside the cookie that Santa took a bite out of.
Love,
Daddy
7 years, 7 months.
Dear Holly,
We have visited Santa twice so far this December: First, he happened to be randomly waiting for us at a burger restaurant, around the corner from our house. Then we saw him again last weekend for our traditional Christmas drive to Bell Buckle.
You openly acknowledge that they were two different Santas:
“I liked the Santa better that was in the sleigh and who let me give him my Christmas list, because I think that Santa will bring me the gifts I asked for.”
For me as your father, I am glad you are still young enough to keep believing in Santa; while not too deeply questioning the logic of why there are so many different Santas out there…
Love,
Daddy
5 years, 8 months.
Dear Holly,
I am so happy that I had a front row seat to watch you enthusiastically tell Santa what you want for Christmas this year!
From the very moment you sat on his lap, you began rattling off a long and very specific list of everything you hope to see under the Christmas tree this year.
I cherish this. I love it that Santa is so real to you at this age; that as your Daddy, I can help present you with that of that important childhood magic.
Something tells me this is going to be a very special Christmas…
Love,
Daddy
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