"What about them?" I replied.
"Well…was it Daddy ringing the bells?"
"Hmm. What do you think?"
"You're probably right," I said.
"And what about the letter from Santa last year? It said I had been a very good boy! Did you print that on the computer?"
Jude picked up a few Legos and fitted them together, quietly. He was lost in thought for a few moments. I rocked one of the twins, waiting.
"Is it just a big costume?" he asked, looking up at me.
Again, I nodded.
"But why does everybody say it? And why do all the songs say it?"
"It's just a fun, make-believe part of Christmas," I answered. "Don't you think Santa is fun?"
"Yes," he answered. "But who eats the cookies we leave out for Santa?"
I nodded, smiling. But Jude wasn't smiling back. To be honest, he looked a little downcast.
"Are you sad?" I asked.
"Just disappointed," he answered.
"Well, how am I going to get any presents this year if Santa doesn't bring them?"
Ah, yes. It's not really about Santa so much as it is presents.
"Honey, who do you think buys the presents, wraps the presents and puts them under the tree?" I asked, gently.
Jude gazed up at me, shrugged.
I smiled at him and winked. Revelation dawned on his face.
"You and Daddy?!"
"Oh! So we're still getting presents!"
"OH! Is THAT why you need us to write the letter to Santa? So YOU can see what we want?"
"OK," he said. "I'm not disappointed anymore."
There was a pause and then, sensing the opportunity, he looked up and asked: "So, um…can you get me that robot?"