Checking It Twice

I'm impressed with how well my girls seem to be picking up on the tradition that is Santa. I mean, they are seriously educating themselves. High marks, good questions already, and all that.

They frequently rehearse: "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" and it only all lapses when someone  "accidentally is freaking out."
I haven't done anything but nod (call me a sap, but I hope I can believe to keep it up in a couple of years).

I mean, I can get excited when we spot Santa at the same intersection or is standing in line at checkout. {...Maybe they are loggers. Or retired fishermen, you know. I don't know...}

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I've already told the girls that not all are Santa, he has people dress up and help him because he is so busy getting presents ready. Makes good sense. They don't seem to be wanting to ask probing or jinxing questions where presents are concerned, anyway.

But note to self: I need to check it. Twice, if necessary. Cool it. Keep my mouth shut, or I'll  give myself  get a lump of coal surely!