"Tori says that Santa doesn't exist," Sadie said as I tucked her into bed.Uh-oh, I thought, here it comes. Tori is the older sister of Sadie's friend, Valencia. She is in the 4th grade. I can only imagine what she's told Sadie.
"Really?" I queried, all casual and cool-like.
"Yeah, but I know she's wrong."
"How do you know that?"
"Well, there's got to be a Santa; otherwise, who's keeping an eye on all those elves?"
"Elves?" Oh my.
"Yeah, elves," Sadie stressed. "If there were no Santa, we'd be overrun with them."
And there you have it. Thank goodness that we've got Santa confining those creepy little compulsive toymakers up north. I'll never look at Santa's Workshop in the same way again.
Seriously, what did I laugh about before Sadie came along to charm, astound, and amuse me?
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ReplyDeleteI wish for Sadie that such innocence and child wisdom be always with her.
If only we still had a morsel of that wisdom at this age.
Merry Christmas, Sadie!
So funny! I just love the way her mind works. I can just see a world overrun with elves. LOL
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