The big sisters in our house are finally old enough to really appreciate Santa Claus, old enough to watch the holiday specials with me on TV without being too anxious about the conflict, old enough to imagine Santa as a comforting, kind man rather than an oddly dressed stranger.
Still, as we were settling for bed, G worried. "He's not going to come into our bedroom, is he?"
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