Santa might not be long for our household. Yesterday Max had a friend over after school. This friend shared the fact that two other girls in class don't believe in Santa anymore. Their parents told them that parents give the presents. I gave my stock answer, "If you stop believing I bet he won't bring presents anymore." (Had a similar conversation about the tooth fairy one day not too long ago and my answer was the same then. What kills me is that Madison might not believe in the tooth fairy before she's even lost one tooth. Oh, the dangers of being the little sister.)
Max's friend had a plan (long-term thinker, this girl). She said, "Next year I'm going to tell my mom something totally different than I tell Santa, that way I'll know." Guess I better warn her mom right away.
That was the end of that. But I often think it will be easier once the cat's out of the bag, ya know? I think, why keep this up? Why do we insist on lying to our kids? Then I realize, it's about innocence. Once that myth is gone, so too is much of that sweet, innocent time when reindeer do fly and fat men fit down chimneys and leave presents. Believing in Santa makes the world a better place.
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