Man Cave

I'm amazed what kids say nowadays.

In fact, I'm beginning to think my boys have a sense of humour.

During the last week of Christmas holidays, my boys were free to play computer games and watch their favourite movies.

I was busy cooking dinner when I went to briefly check on them upstairs.

I asked where they were and what they were doing.

"We're in the man cave!"

Oh.

Man cave?

How the heck did they know about that?

And I didn't even know we had one!

Sigh.

Wonderful Memories

It's been a month since I last posted.

Oops.

You could say December was a busy month.

There were Christmas parties, school concerts, shopping and even a huge birthday bash for my twin cousins at The Fairmont Royal York. It's hard to believe we did all those things before the holidays!

This time around I was so behind schedule - I ended up shopping just days before Christmas! That was crazy!

Then there's the decorating, cooking, baking and gift-wrapping. How do we do it all?

Where are Santa's helpers?

Oh, I hope it was a magical Christmas for my kids - I try to do my best.

It's so tiring, isn't it? Whew!

And now that the presents have been unwrapped, and New Year celebrations have ended.

I have time to write again.

But it was the best of times - I spent them all with my family.

I hope you all spent them with yours. And I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Believe

A few weeks ago, J.P came home from school with a letter he wrote to Santa Claus.

He was very excited for us to read it and then mail it.

Every day, he would ask if he had a reply. And each time, I would soften his disappointment, "Honey, the big man is busy this time of year. Don't worry, he will send you a letter soon."

This week, his letter arrived. 

"Mommy, I'm on the nice list! The nice list!"

"That's wonderful."

"Santa is real! He answered my letter! See? This is proof that he really does exists!"

Oh no!

I thought J.P would never believe in the man in red. Four years ago, the boys caught my brother dressing up as Santa. And my eldest shouted, "He's a fake!" It was a hilarious scene.

But it's amazing what a letter can do.

I expressed concern to Mr. O but he smiled and told me to let it be. I asked him, "Do you believe?"

He responded, "Do you?"

Hmm. Good point.

Let the magic of Christmas live on.