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Oh Santa

Before the Christmas break, he asked us if there’s a Santa. At nine years old, that’s what they do. I answered as many a surprised thoughtful parent before me and said,”What do you think ?” That was probably the give away cliché answer. He already knew the truth and I had confirmed it.

So that evening I asked him to write out his Christmas list, his first response was that he’d just wait until Christmas Eve to write it. A test, I suppose, to see if Santa was real. I was slightly irritated. And when he presented his list, he was hyper nervous. Like he knew we were all living a lie.Santa hat on the couch on Shalavee.com

What happened next was all a self-fulfilling prophecy. I went to internet search that lego train and left the words “lego train” up in my google search box. And when I thought I’d erased all traces of my search, asked him to put his log-in password for the library to renew some books. And he saw those words. What are those words doing there he asked.

And the unraveling began. Those words representing Santa’s big present,  that one event that keeps the magic of Christmas going. As he was asking why those words were up there, I was casually saying I just wanted to see what he was asking for but I knew I was done. If that present was there under the tree Christmas morning, the jig would be up. He would know without a doubt that there was no Santa at that very moment. Even though that train was what he really wanted, I’d have blown it. My fault Christmas died.

Santa on Shalavee.com

I think the responsibility to keep the innocence and tend the magic of Christmas is a tremendous responsibility. The stories, presents, cookies and reindeer carrots, milk, and filled stockings are all part of the production that is childhood. Not only do you have to keep your children alive but you’re responsible for their imaginations and their faith. To know that we are also then responsible for their innocence and sense of wonder and it’s demise is almost too much for me to bear.Playing with the wooden trains on Shalavee.com

So I ordered it anyway. I made sure to drag my feet about it so that now, the distance from New Jersey to here was the longest distance for anything to travel in a week. Faith in the holiday and its miraculous wonder diminished and I was paying a huge price to still watch it blow up. It’s inevitable of course. And I am but another casualty in the end of the production. Except, I have Fiona who’ll be two in March. And she’s yet to even understand the concept of Santa.

family on the couch on Shalavee.com

The package came with time to spare. I sighed with such relief. And Mark asked that Eamon write a cover letter to Santa to go with his Christmas request list, So he did. He asked questions about Rudolph’s nose and if kids actually got coal. His letter got hand delivered by me to Santa’s representative at the post office who’s been handling his requests since he could express them. This is Santa’s response letter he got back on Tuesday. We were both very amused.

Eamon's letter to Santa on Shalavee.com

Come Christmas eve, he was excited. But he didn’t ask to see the Santa tracker on the computer. We didn’t put out the magic reindeer food (oats and glitter) on the lawn. And he forgot the cookies and milk,  I had to dummy them up on a table top near the fireplace.

front door on Shalavee.com

He maintained his cool the entire time!!! Because he still wanted to believe. And he was certain he was getting that train and he was right. The fabulous expensive present was the price I paid to be able to bow out gracefully from future Christmas lies. I can say I did everything within my power to keep the illusion going this year. He had a wonderful fun overstimulating Christmas and that is as it should be. And next year, the charade will start all over again. And I will have his help to gift the wonderful lie to his sister. How befitting the end for one marks the beginning for the other. And if he blows it for her, he’ll die a slow heinous death.

6 Responses to “Oh Santa”

  1. Suzonne says:

    I feel you! It’s bittersweet, isn’t it? I still have a believer, but of course the whispers from peers are beginning to circulate and questions are being asked. I hope that when my son knows the truth, we’ll still be able to find ways to keep the magic alive. Because honestly, some days even I still believe in Santa. Hope you had a Merry Christmas! xo

  2. Shalagh says:

    Ha ha ho as Fiona is saying. Yes, it’s a “thing” isn’t it? And the magic is something I will endeavor to build and cling dearly to year after year. Merry Christmas dear faraway friend. Glad to say our Christmas was kind and sweet.I hope yours was too!
    Love,
    Shalagh

  3. Melissa says:

    Last year my son hacked into my Amazon account and checked out my purchase history- he was 10. I told him of course I use Amazon, that is how parents register their gifts from Santa. I said maybe that UPS guy is an elf ya know. No comments this year, I think both kids don’t want to blow it all for me, they want to keep Santa alive because I believe. I also believe one day a huge black truck will park at the end of street and my wifi will show “truck 34”-FBI hacker squad. I will be proud and mad at the same time.

  4. adamjasonp says:

    Love and control tend to be at opposite ends.  “And if he blows it for her, he’ll die a slow heinous death.” 🙂

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