At the closing of this Christmas Eve, Sam, as he's done every Christmas Eve for as long as I can remember, sat down and wrote his usual letter to Santa.
I continue to be semi-baffled by this.
Although we never overtly discuss it, Sam and I see plenty of signs that 'Santa' is someone who exists in our hearts - and yet Sam continues to sit down on Christmas Eve and write his heartfelt letters.
I think at a minimum, there is a great deal of comfort in this - for Sam and for me- in knowing that there is someone out there who, no matter what, listens to you, cares about you and and will always be there for you.
And I hope, when the day comes that Santa is no longer standing right next to him, I hope that Sam realizes Santa lives on forever inside of him.
For now though, I'm glad Sam still writes his letters.
And I'm glad Santa, now and forever, listens.
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