Mom, I have question.

This year for me, as a mom, has been interesting. My oldest, Connor, has been coming home with words he has never heard, singing songs he doesn't know the meanings to and asking questions that leave me thinking on my feet. When I hear the words, "Mom, I have a question" I feel excited that my boy is growing up, nervous about the issue that may about to come up and proud that he feels comfortable coming to me with his questions.

This morning he came to me with his letter to Santa. As he handed it to me, he says " Mom I have a question". Oh boy, here it comes. "If you never saw this letter, would Santa bring me the things on the list?" Vowing not to lie to my children, I asked him, " would you really like to know the answer"? He said yes (please consider he is 10 years old and I have been expecting this question for a couple of years). I replied that "no probably not", he squealed " I KNEW it!" I then pondered, "even though the mystery has been solved I still believe in the magic of the season".  My special boy then looked at me with the kindest, sweetest eyes and said "the magic of family and giving".