Today at mass, right after Holy Communion we were kneeling and praying.  Goose was next to me and said he had one wish.  He wanted to meet…

For a brief second, I allowed myself to get so excited.  Here was my son, and he was about to tell me how he wanted to see Jesus in person.  The possibilities for discussion were endless: most obvious, the True Presence.

He finished his sentence by saying: Santa Claus.

Sure, I was slightly disappointed, okay really disappointed.  But tonight, he brought out his Rosary and told me he wanted to pray.  To Jesus and Mary.

He is definitely seven.  I’m glad.