That's cool. I don't know if Chey still believes, but Christmas really had a magic feeling for me, when I had little guys that believed. When my fourth boy was 5 or 6, I knew it would be all over soon, so I arranged Santa to be on the roof, outside his window, on Chrismas Eve. Except for Santa almost falling and killing himself, I think it was my most magical Christmas moment, seeing him in the window, waving.