I’m painfully aware that Miss C’s belief in Santa will slowly crumble until one day she approaches me, looks me squarely in the eye and says, “Mommy I know that you and Daddy are Santa.” Then my beating heart will grow cold and still, break into a million pieces, and crash to the floor like shards of a candy cane and tiny daggers of “she’s growing up” will sting my eyes and I’ll coerce her into helping us keep up the Santa charade for her little sister.
Really I’m hopeful that Miss C has at least two more Santa Christmases after this year. A few weeks ago, however, she started asking me fairly pointed questions about Santa that stirred a bit of panic and led me to think, “Oh sh*t. She’s on to me and this Super Saver Shipping Amazon order spree charade we call Santa.”
“Mommy why are there different Santas all over the city?”
This is where I muster all of my Super Mommy Powers to BS like a pro.
“Um, well…(stall, stall, stall) they’re Santa’s helpers. The real Santa is the one who delivers toys on Christmas Eve.”
This seemed to satisfy her until we started talking about leaving Santa cookies on the hearth.
“Mommy, Santa sure does eat a lot. How does he eat all those cookies?”
“Um, well (stall, stall, stall) remember he flies around the world and gives presents to all little girls and boys on Christmas Eve so he needs lots of energy.”
This satisfied her 6-year-old curiousity and we went back to reading a Christmas book.
Crisis averted and I now have a new excuse for eating all the cookies left out for me, I mean Santa. I need my energy to stay on top of my Santa game.
Mama Tulip (Katherine) in Canada has written a beautiful post about belief in Santa. You should definitely read it.