We put the Christmas tree up on Friday. The next morning Ry came running downstairs, eyed the tree up and down, and asked with sad eyes "where are the presents?"
So we tried to explain to him that Santa doesn't come until Christmas.
This morning I went into his room to wake him up for school. He said "Is it Christmas? Did Santa come?" I told him no, that it wasn't Christmas yet. He said "But Mo-om, it's December!"
Looks like it's time to bust out the calendar for a more visual explanation!
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