Last week, we went to see Santa. Molly gave him her note and they spoke for a few minutes. She asked him how he was and how the reindeer are doing. He asked her how she has been this year and that her elf, Baffy Jingle Bells, has been sending him good reports this month.
Baffy is her elf who's been visiting her since she was 3. She chose that name herself and she is going to miss him tomorrow. He is here from Thanksgiving until Christmas Eve, when he goes back home for the year. But he'll be back next year, so we're trying to not be too sad.
She has written notes to Baffy and Santa to tell them how much she loves them and to wish them a Merry Christmas too. Her purity in belief has strengthened my own. There's nothing like a child to bring back the magic of Christmas time and memories of our own childhood.
This morning he was perched up in the outgoing mail holder on the back of the door to the garage. A perfect spot to spy on her throughout his last day here with us.
Notes to Baffy and Santa.
To Baffy, You are my BFF. That means best friend forever if you were wondering. I will miss you. By Molly
To Santa, I hope the reindeer are being good, even Rudolf, and the elves work harder...and the sleigh has a lot of power. I am so excited. By Molly
These years of childhood Christmas magic are precious and way too few. We're just trying to hang on to them for as long as they last.
Merry Christmas Eve to all!





















