Megan and Santa

Megan's first Christmas (she was about nine months old) she met Santa for the first time. She had on a cute red velvet jumper and looked darling as she stared at Santa's beard and tried to eat her gift. The next year she screamed. The closer we got to Santa the louder she cried. (we felt a little sad because it was Great Grandpa wearing the Santa suit, but we didn't push it.)

The next year we didn't want her to be afraid of Great Grandpa, so her Grandpa (who also dresses as Santa at times and has a beautiful costume) took her downstairs and showed her everything. She tried on the boots and the hat. She saw the beard and mustache and coat. The next day she stood right next to Santa and even gave him a hug. Each year she was less hesitant to visit with Santa as long as she knew exactly who was in the suit. One year Megan told me, "I am not scared of the REAL Santa, just the fake ones." That is irony at its best.

Last year Megan learned the Santa secret. She seemed almost relieved. She isn't scared to sit on Santa's lap anymore, but still likes to know who it really is.

WEll, this year she wrote a letter to Santa. She folded it and asked me to put it on Santa's desk.

Dear Santa Claus, How are your rein dear?Do you have four elvs? How is Miss. Claus? I love stuft animils a cat plese. Mady (Maybe) I will like something that will help my legs I have growing panss (pains). Love, Megan

p.s. I know how (who) you are

Brian wasn't sure if the postscript was just a statement, or something more sinister.