Whew. My eight year old still believes in Santa. During the last two weeks she has been asking, why does Santa's voice sound like Daddy? She laid plans to stay up and catch him.
Its pretty amazing we have been able to pull it off so far. While my wife made a heck of a costume, I've been described as tall and gangly for good reason. We celebrate Christmas Eve the Estonian way and Christmas day (its as good as marrying into Haunakka). On Christmas Eve, after dinner, I sneak out back and get in the red garbs in the garage, hoist the bag of goodies over my sholder and announce myself at the door with a ho-ho-ho. The trick is to get in and out as quick as possible. No close eye contact, get the gifts in the door, give the munchkins a hug, Merry Christmas and get out while you can. This year I even stuffed my cheeks with a paper towel to disguise my voice.
Now she is asking why Daddy always misses when Santa comes by. And also said that when she hugged Santa his tummy felt like pillows. If she starts Googling for answers I'm in real trouble (Hi Sweetie! Hope the magic stays with you).
