My children are 10 and 8, still holding on to their belief in Santa Claus, despite mounting evidence that the big man in the red suit might be only a myth. The holiday this year feels particularly magical: My parents, my brother, and all three of my sisters and their kids, have gathered in San Diego to celebrate together. My sister Adrienne, the chef among us, has been cooking for days: vegan, vegetarian, gluten-free, or omnivore. You name it, Adrienne has it covered.
Last night, Olivia wrote her annual letter to Santa, which she and Mateo left on a small table in front of the fireplace, with a pile of carrots and a plate of homebaked cookies:
Dear Santa Claus,
Christmas is my favorite time of the year! I love being with my family and giving gifts. I hope it will not rain on Christmas. Mateo’s stocking is red and gold and my stocking is white and red. Mateo and I set out 9 carrots—one for Rudolph. Sorry the cookies are a bit burnt.
Safe travels,
Olivia
P.S. Merry Christmas!
Sending warm wishes for happy holidays! ~
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