Here's the rub: #2 is now begging and whining that Santa do indeed come to our house.
It's not like I can tell him that he'll just come to his bedroom and not hers. They share a room.
Thing is, I don't care much for the idea of Santa. Never really have. But I don't mind if my 3 year-old remains a 3 year-old for a brief moment in time and believes in him.
Update: She just wrote another letter with the same request. "Mom, it says 'Dear Santa. Please don't come to my house. Abby.' I didn't write 'love' because I don't love him."