So on the way home from watching Brave, in between jabbering on about good bears and the bad bears which he hates, my sister somehow latched onto Christmas as a topic, and asked if we could chop that big tree over there to be our Christmas Tree, and then she would climb all the way to the top. I explained that it might be a bit too big for the house, and pointed out that a, it was not our tree, and b, we don’t even celebrate Christmas.
Then I asked her what she thought about Santa Claus.
She replied: “I wish I could meet a real Santa Claus”
“But he’s just a man”