My favorite Christmas was when my oldest son knew there was no Santa .. but the youngest son did not. The oldest one had more fun than most preparing stuff for the youngest.
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I know exactly what you mean. My baby sister was about 8 years younger. I had lots of fun keeping up her belief in Santa and hiding Easter eggs for her to find. ...Many good childhood memories.
Yes, me too. I would want every child to have experienced the fun and wonderful family I enjoyed.
I remember driving across America at the age of 12, and my dad would stop every so often to pick up very young soldiers .. just walking along the highway .. trying to get home.