The fact that there is no chimney at the Tall House has been the subject of many bedtime chats between myself and our little Superhero.
Little Superhero: What if HE can't make it in, Mummmyyyyy?
Mummmyyyyy: Well, then he'll use the door.
Little Superhero (shaking his head vehemently with panic in his voice): No, nooo cause that would be like stealing!
Well, Santa, being the ingenious fellow that he is, did indeed find a way in. The big guy chose to make his entrance through the skylight in the top floor bathroom. We know this because on Christmas morning, his big brown eyes the size of saucers, our little Superhero himself discovered a torn piece of Santa's coat wedged in the skylight's opening.
Although we are as yet uncertain how this happened, we have discussed it at great length. And the general consensus is that perhaps our favorite man in red sampled one too many cookies while delivering gifts to the previous good boy's and girl's houses, making that opening well, really quite tight.
But what will become of Santa's coat? Well our Little Superhero has hidden away the two precious, ripped pieces for safe keeping until next year. "So that then we can give it back to HIM, and that way Mrs Clause can fix it!"
Of course there were presents under the tree, and stockings, and a feast. But they are already a fading memory. Because this year we discovered that Santa really does exist. A dear little five year old boy holds the proof. And that will never, ever be forgotten.
Merry Christmas everyone, from the Tall House to yours.
In all the excitement of Xmas I hadn't read the last entry to the end. I suspect that that little five year old boy will have a lot to pass on to his little five year old boy someday.
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