Max’s face lit up when Santa took a seat behind us in church today. Max grabbed my hand and pulled me up with a six word sentence. “Mommy, I want to see him.” I turned and noticed this distinguish man with a beard the same color and length that Santa would have.
I whispered to Max, “You want to talk to him?” Max smile grew with each word I spoke. So, I prayed as I walked towards the gentle man and politely asked him if Max could talk to him.
Max observed each movement Santa made as he spoke. “Do you know who I am?”
Max stood still as he spoke faintly, “Santa.”
It was as if a million dollars had fallen out of the ceiling of the church building for Max today.