Santa Magic

Sophie spent all of Christmas Eve talking about Santa. She insisted we leave out the “good cookies” - the chocolate chip ones she normally hoards - and a glass of milk. She checked on them seventeen times before bed, making sure they were positioned just right on the counter.

Santa Magic

This morning she woke up at the crack of dawn (because of course) and made a beeline for the kitchen. The moment she saw those crumbs on the empty plate, she lost her mind in the most beautiful way. “HE CAME! HE CAME!” she screamed, pointing at the evidence like she’d solved the greatest mystery of all time. Marcus and I just stood there grinning like idiots because honestly? This is what Christmas is supposed to feel like. Pure magic through the eyes of a two-year-old who still believes in everything wonderful.