A few years ago I suddenly had 2 non believers. Even now it makes me sad. This is what I had to say at the time:
Christmas this is going to be very different from those over the past 10 years.
Different….very very different.
This year, we will not have a visit to Santa, you see, they no longer believe.
I am much more upset about this than they are.
No longer will I see their faces light up when they meet that special man.
No longer will they suddenly turn shy and go very quite, mouths open with an eye popping gaze.
No longer will I creep around on Christmas Eve, collecting all the presents from their hiding places.
To be honest, they didn’t really believe last year, but we visited Santa and went through the motions. I think it was more to keep me happy, rather than them.
They are growing up, growing up way too fast.