…here’s proof that I am not a “fun mom“.
My kids don’t believe in Santa. And they never have. I never did as a child, by the time I was born, my oldest brother was almost seven years old and I think my parents were just over it.
Joshua has lots and lots of older cousins who know Santa isn’t real, and basically, I was too lazy to go into all the effort to fool him and thereby have robbed him of an element crucial to the magic of childhood.
Oh, well.
The problem is, Joshua kind of likes the idea of Santa. He knows Mommy and Daddy hook him up with presents, but he wouldn’t mind ol’ St. Nick hooking him up with a few more. A few days before Christmas he asked me hopefully, “Mommy, is Santa really not real?”
“He’s a real person who lived hundreds of years ago. His name was St. Nicholas.”
“So he’s dead?”
“Umm…yeah.”
Many of Joshua’s friends at school, including his carpool buddy Ethan, still believe. (Part of the reason he asked me that last question, I am sure, because totally, if his friends think Santa is real, he must be! Surely Mommy is just holding out on him!) So the day after we had the above conversation, we were in the car, and Joshua says, “Mommy, can I tell Ethan Santa’s dead? ‘Cause he’ll understand.”
Oops.
“NO! Do NOT tell Ethan Santa’s dead! You need to wait til his mommy & daddy decide to tell him!”
So, before we went to Christmas at our grandma’s house on Christmas Day, I had to instruct Joshua not to tell his cousin Kate that Santa is dead.
‘Cause really, Emily would KILL me. And that would have really put a damper on Christmas! And on my career as a “fun mom”.
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Totally unrelated, for a great 2009 recap of world news, check out my Uncle Paul’s blog today! Hilarious!
I am sure you are FUN at anything!
We never believed in Santa, Mother always let us know that it was “make believe”. Daddy reminded that Santa was an anagram of Satan.
Good times!
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Jenny, my kids don’t do Santa either!! They are 5, 3, 3 and 10 months, so they are “Santa age.” It’s a little funny the blank stares people got on Christmas Eve when they’d ask “Who is coming tonight???” They’d look at me like, “Mom, is someone coming over?”
So many people tell me I am depriving them of a childhood joy. I say I’m sparing them the disappointment of finding out mommy and daddy were lying to them all this time. Just sayin… 🙂