Hooves on the rooftop

So I read Graham a version of The Night Before Christmas tonight, and afterwards I asked if he had ever heard the sound of reindeer hooves up on the roof. And he said no. And so I said, "you probably sleep through it. I sleep through it to." And he looked at me and said "but one time, you heard them, and you ran out in the yard and saw the sleigh as it was flying away."

And I realized that I must have made up a story of a Santa sighting, perhaps sometime when the ever precocious Natalie had been trying to disabuse him of his Santa belief at an all-too-tender age. So I quickly reassured him that, of course, I had heard and seen the reindeer that one time.