This holiday season among a sea of non-believers, I believe.
I believe Santa does exist.
I believe because we got two big packages of goodies in the mail, full of all kinds of great stuff.
I believe my kids have never been happier to get up in the morning just to eat American cereal.
I believe a man's (and boy's) place is in the kitchen rolling out cookie dough.
I believe the kids decorated these cookies optimizing the icing and candy on each one.
I believe this is the first year that a gingerbread house has been assembled by the kids (and me) without crying (or in my case, swearing).
I believe our dentist is glad we're returning this summer so he can finally purchase that boat he's been dreaming of.
I believe these are the best Caesar salad croutons on the planet and that I have finally perfected my Caesar dressing. Perfect to make for Christmas dinner. Except, I won't be able to.
I believe I have used these wipes as a shower when travelling to places without indoor plumbing and I'm positive I'll do it again. And soon.
I believe this is going to be our most unconventional, yet mosquito and sunburn-free Christmas ever.
And I believe that we would not have had the Christmas Spirit this year without those two boxes sent by our Santa, Deb Dolan.
Merry Christmas to all. And to all a good flight. Or night. Whatever...
xoxo The Loerzels