While reading "The Night Before Christmas" tonight before bed.
"I wish Santa was real."
"What?!" Cue: looks of horror, both of us wondering what to say.
"Do you think he's real?"
"My Santa is real." You mean the Santa you see at Bridgeport Village. Side note--when you've seen other pictures of Santa, you've asked, "did Santa change his face?" That dude is the Santa to you and all others must be...not real?
Looking at the picture you exclaim, "look at him flying around!"
"Does your Santa fly around?"
"No! No, he walks!"
"Okay, actually he drives a minivan! That's what he does."