The Holiday Express came to our little town this evening. Landon had so much fun touring the train and seeing all the cars decorated for the holiday.
There was someone special on this train...
And Landon was on a mission...
He has been asking for the last several days if santa was real or fake. UGH!!! I asked him what he thought, and he replied, "Well, you and daddy told me that Christmas is really about Jesus and his birthday most of all, and some santa's have more lines (that's what he calls wrinkles) than others, and the santa in the Christmas parade was not as fat as some of them are, so YOU tell me!"
I personally don't think it's fair when kids throw the questions back at the parent. It's just now playing fair!
Well, today he told us that when he seen santa he was going to ask him if he was a fake or if he was a real man that could walk. My husband and I are thinking it's going to be an interesting little visit with santa. So, Landon sits on santa's lap and pops the big question...
ONLY...It wasn't the question we thought he was going to ask! No! He changed the rules in the middle of the game...looked right at Santa and asked, "ARE YOU PENTECOSTAL?"
See, he's a little obsessed with knowing what religion or belief that everyone chooses. 'Just a little' is an understatement! He asks everyone...and even asks us when we have to go to a funeral if the person that has passed was Pentecostal. We have no clue where this has come from. We can only assume that it's because our church name is Pentecostal House of Praise and he hears that name and our church associated together a lot. We have assured him that just because someone does not wear the name Pentecostal don't mean they aren't going to heaven. I personally don't care what people call themselves, as long as an individual is obedient to the Bible and follows the plan of salvation. That's what matters!
Back to the subject...
Me and my husband were not worried at all because we knew the man that was playing santa. He is a friend of my husbands that works at the police station, and he also happens to be Pentecostal. The greatest part of the night was the look on Landon's face when santa bent down and whispered in his ear, "Yep...santa's Pentecostal AND he has the Holy Ghost."
Seriously, Landon was grinning from ear to ear and just nodding his head.
We get back in the car and here's our conversation...
Landon: Mom, I think I know now...santa is just some kid's dad playing dress-up.
Me: You think so, Landon?
Landon: Yep, and mom...I looked and he don't have ears behind that beard!
Dad: Landon what are you going to do if santa leaves you a present under our tree Christmas morning?
Landon: OPEN IT!
Oh, What a fun night we had tonight!