After church on Sunday, the boys wrote their letters to Santa for the year.
Part of that process is reminiscing about gifts from previous Christmases.
Ricky said to Billy, “Remember the year when we gave some of our toys to Santa and he gave us Tommy?”
I stepped in and explained that we did NOT trade gifts to Santa for a baby brother. That was the year Santa’s elves got sick and hadn’t had time to make enough toys and we let Santa take some of ours that we didn’t need to give to other children.
There was a moment of silence as Ricky and Billy processed what I’d said.
That was the moment Tommy asked, “Am I a Christmas present?”
There you go.