My first heartbreak

I can still remember the day I found out Santa wasn’t real. I probably looked something like this.

Just kidding, I was 12. So it was more along these lines.

Are you done laughing yet? Okay then.

I was heartbroken and I think my sister (only 1 year older) was probably feeling relieved that she didn’t have to play along with my obnoxious endearing banter any longer. So the gig was up thanks to a receipt I saw laying on our kitchen counter for a pair of trendy jeans overalls from Old Navy that “Santa” had slipped under the tree for me. My first reaction?

“SO I GUESS YOU’VE BEEN LYING ABOUT THE EASTER BUNNY AND TOOTH FAIRY TOO?!!?!?!”

Says a lot about the type of child I was. Note to self: Should have gone to law school.

None of this even matters, because I am now blessed to have three younger siblings who still have the Santa bug and what kind of lousy big sister would I be if I didn’t do a little something to keep that excitement rolling?

Brown paper packages tied up with strings? You betcha. Santa wanted to make sure they were fully stocked on coloring books, Christmas tales, and stickers this holiday season. I fully anticipate getting picture texts in which my sister has stickers covering her face and my brother has decided to color the dog. Yahtzee!

Santa also upped his swag factor this year with his own little personalized mug and plate combo and you can scoot your buns on over to Instagram to check out all THAT fun.

How do you keep Santa alive?