My 11 year-old son doesn’t believe in Santa anymore.
He figured it out about a year ago two years ago… more, probably. I don’t really want to know… *maternal weeping*
The same with the Tooth Fairy… Now when he looses a tooth he hands it over and says, “You owe me.”
We laaaaaaaauuuuuuugh…..
Recently Joel and I whispered a conversation about his Santa present. He is always careful not to “blow it” for his little sisters. He elbowed me and spoke out of the corner of his mouth, ‘And when I say ‘Santa’, I mean YOU.”
Then comes the guilt.
For the lie.
The LIES.
The YEARS of LIES!!!
Would he ever forgive our parental deception? Our LIES about a non-existent chubby man – with which he was made sit on the lap of AND take pictures with?
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The horrors!!!
I had to ask. “Joel… How do you feel about the fact that we pretty much lied about Santa? Do you feel like we deceived you?”
Of all mercy on the earth… my boy. His eyes twinkled as they met mine. The corners of his mouth formed a smile that melts a mama’s heart, and I swear his mind went back to Christmas morning when he was 4. He spoke… his 11 year-old smile warmed his voice,
Not at all, Mom. It was fun believing…
Merry Christmas all… here’s to believing… and to hope…
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- Don’t miss my daughter’s post about Christmas – on her blog – Bubble Gum Rocks! She got her fist taste of Picnik too!
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