December came in lovely yesterday. I woke up to a beautiful sunrise and felt surprised by the lightness I had for the fresh new month. Miss A joyously got to the Advent Calendar first and found the treats. Later in the day, she also let me know that the #17 bag was empty. Most bags still are but I managed to snag two mini peppermint sticks from my mom's facility to put in #2. Can I let the surprise come to me each day? That might be threading the needle too much but I like the idea that something will appear. I still believe in divine timing, in synchronicity, in magic.
Millie whispers about Santa's true identity to me. She knows the elf isn't real either. Last night at dinner, she wondered out loud if the elf would be coming soon and where it might appear. It's like I'm beholden to some magic mafia, since we all are unclear if Maddie still believes and we don't want to ruin it for her.
I told my mom yesterday they don't believe in Santa anymore. She's been fixated on Christmas for months now and wants to host Santa at her house, like she did for so many years with the older cousins. She said, "I still believe" and I said I do too. It's way more fun to find some form of magic than to just be disappointed that magic doesn't exist the way you thought it did.