The Real Santa

So, if you've been keeping up with the blog, you would remember me mentioning that N is not so sure he believes in Santa. Well, he believes in Santa, but he's not so sure every Santa he sees is THE Santa. He's seen several Santas pictured in the newspaper and on television. He even stood by Santa (didn't want to sit on his lap. I can't blame him) at the Polar Express event D took him to. Each time he's seen these Santas he says, "That's not the real Santa. That's just a guy dressed up like Santa." Well, today N saw the real Santa! There was a heavier set man with a long white and gray beard at N's school/church today. The man was sitting in the common area sorting through recycle bins. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt, jeans and boots. As we rounded the corner and got within eye site of the man, N slowed down his walking pace and stared at him. I noticed the man's beard and looked at him wondering what he was doing, but N was thinking something else. When we got home N said, "Mom, that was the real Santa at school today! Did you see him? He wasn't wearing his red coat and pants, but that was him. He was working, so he didn't have his Santa clothes on, but that was him, that was him!"