On December 13th, we were trying to get everyone settled down, arms folded, kneeling and ready for prayers. The kids just were not cooperating. John and I both were getting upset with them. Finally, John had had enough of their craziness and said to the kids, "We might as well not have prayers at all now, the spirit isn't even here anymore!" Of course, the kids knew they had pushed it too far and it was pin-drop silent in the living room. Then a little voice quietly says, "I still believe in Santa Clause." It was all we could do to keep from laughing. John and I looked at each other and just lost it. We laughed for a good 5 minutes. We had been recently talking about having the spirit of Christmas and Eli related Santa Clause to being the "spirit". That little moment was all it took for the real spirit to find it's way back to our home so we could end the day in prayer. Gotta love the innocence of a four year old.