At my house, Santa leaves his offerings on the red bench at the foot of the stairs.
Traditionally, I make JT's picture as he first spies his loot on Christmas morning.
He's a lot bigger than when this tradition first began.
Though Santa's secret has been revealed to him, JT continues to embrace the idea of Santa. I am glad it continues. Childhood is fleeting and those few years of magical beliefs and confidence that the unknown will be amazing must sustain a lifetime. The mystery of faith in the magical and the sure knowledge that he is much-loved are an awfully good inoculation against the challenges of the real world. So we still believe.