Jackson and I went to City Center today to visit with Santa and take a Christmas Carriage ride. And I got a little unexpected Christmas magic. We were talking with Mrs. Claus while waiting in line to see Santa. Jackson blurted out, “Guess how old I’m going to be on my birthday next Saturday?” And Mrs. Claus calmy replied “7 years old.” Astonished I asked her how she knew that and she simply gave a knowing smile. I guess Santa isn’t the only one that’s always watching.