I am not a big TV watcher, don’t get me wrong, I like TV, it just seems like I always have something else to do or something else going on.
Anyway…today I had the TV on mostly for the noise and it happened to be on the A&E Channel. They were running a marathon of Dog The Bounty Hunter shows. I have never really watched that show but didn’t bother changing it and I totally got sucked in. They were showing a Christmas show where Dog and his family hunt down Santa Claus to prove to one of the young ones that he really does exist. It was PRECIOUS!
Even if you are not a fa of the show that is a must watch episode. And I am ashamed to admit…I cried a little.
I will never forget the day that my nieces told Tate that Santa wasn’t real. It was devastating to me. I wanted him to believe in the magic for years…like I did. Heck, I still believe. But once that milestone took place for Tate it was like he started growing up at a faster rate than ever. And the saddest part is that once someone looses the belief in that magic, it can never be gotten back. They may doubt on occasion, they may wonder…but as long as there is one ounce of belief it is real…no amount and life changes forever.