Santa's Evolution........

So Santa has been spinning in my story most of my life.....I loved the magic of what Santa brought as a kid.....aka Mom:) She was good at Christmas Magic, and my dad was down too to enjoy all of it too and play along, they both were so tuned into all of that..... and my grandparents would come on Christmas morning to watch us open our presents.....and that felt like magic.....it just so happened that it worked like that because my most of my parent's siblings lived other places.........we also gathered at my mom and dad's after church on Christmas Eve for appetizers....and some magical time....excitement filling the air.....and all of it so rooted in tradition......and holiday magic......and it carries deep fondness in my heart....my kids and I have continued that tradition. My parents coming Christmas morning.....years ago when we lived near them we would go to the same church and do the appetizer thing:) But over the years things shift and change.....I am feeling that perhaps Santa pure magic in all of its strength will only be felt by my daughter for one more Christmas....I can feel doubt creeping in.....and that comes with some grief....my son will always believe and will keep the magic of Christmas alive for us....I love that for us:) and the three of us are magic chasers, so it will be so:) However the true belief won't be there.....so in that spirit the Santa Train seemed apropos.....except that my girl doesn't buy fake beard Santas.....so he was relegated to helper status.....not believing it was him....we saw one last year at Koziar village.....authentic beard fully, and she was convinced that guy was THE ONE:) He was a spectacular Santa.....but yesterday still fit the bill....she got caught up in the magic.....her grown self I have been seeing lately in her looks, fading into the magic, and her face had that childlike glow that is everything....and I am hanging on too...playing Santa has been one of my greatest role's.....and I am not sure how it will look as it evolves....as things often do....when her dad left, he bought them a ton of presents at Christmas.....and my daughter questioned me, not rudely, but in the seeking of knowledge....."How come daddy buys us all of those presents, and only Santa comes to our house......" Sigh.....that was tough to swallow, due to that being one of the first years and getting money together for Santa at all was tough.....but I knew that one day she would know.....I just didn't expect it to happen so soon.....it came quick.....so I am savoring it all....we had another lovely adventure on the books yesterday, I have said it many times, and will say it many more, being with them is my favorite, and the most comfortable I ever am, like home:) Adventuring with them is one of my favorite treats! Intentionally adventuring has changed our lives....and I will continue to do it every chance we get.....Long Live Santa:) Because he really isn't a man....or a jolly fella in a suit.....he is a magic maker....and I decided awhile back, the world can never have too much of that:) Happy Monday!