I think this is the apex of Roan’s ability to think magically. He still is buying the Santa story, choosing to gloss over the flying reindeer part and the fact that we do not have a chimney. Many of his friends have both feet out of the story, and I’d say the majority of them are standing on the fence.
But this tenuous relationship with magic and reality seems to only be pushing him to enjoy Christmas and its traditions all the more. Roan was literally unable to wait to get a tree, couldn’t stand the absence of decoration on our fence, and has been compiling a list of requests for a while now. The Christmas list is a particularly powerful piece for him, with its implied supernatural power of willing gifts to our family with no cost. He keeps asking me urgently what I want. That he’ll add it to his list, nudge nudge wink wink, and get Santa to foot the bill.
I feel so lucky to be immersed in his magic. And Roan is showering it on his brothers as well, explaining to them each piece, each story, with the twins nodding and understanding nothing except that they love the sound of their big brother’s voice. And that suddenly shiny things are everywhere.
I’m one of the fools who loves this season and all of the garish things that go along with it. Unapologetically. Brashly. Loudly. Happily. How about you?