Son, this piece of advice that I am going to give you is something that I wish I had done when I was younger, yet I know that later it will come back to bite me in the butt.
Santa is real.
You have just started recognizing who this strange man is. You know that he has a white beard and is round plump belly. You point out all of the Christmas items we have in the house that are of Santa.
When you believe, Christmas means so much more to you. Not only that but you get more presents, something that you are just now going to learning about but Christmas carry’s a whole new meaning. The Christmas lights shine brighter (wait till your older son and all you will see is your electric bill rising because of them), the presents under the tree seem bigger, the egg nog tastes alittle bit more eggier.
That son, is why you want to always believe. I wish I did.