I have this video when Noah was four of him walking out of his room on Christmas morning. He walked straight to the fireplace, his eyes got wide as saucers, looked at the empty plate and have filled glass of milk and squealed "He did come!" Santa Claus.
Some people choose not to indulge in this fairy tale but for our children, we have. However, the day came last week where a boy in Noah's second grade brought the fairy tale to a screeching halt. Noah came home and asked Matt the question we knew we would have to answer one day, "is there really a Santa Claus?" First of all I wanted to march into Noah's class and have a strong word with that little boy. We considered lying to him but after all
1. thats wrong.
2. what would it have bought us, another couple of months?
3. at least we finally get the credit on Christmas morning.
So we came clean. Not just about Santa but all the other fake people we pretend to be during the year (i.e. the tooth fairy and ridiculous Easter bunny). We explained to him who the real Saint Nicholas was and how there is a little bit of Santa in us all.
This Christmas will be different, Noah promised he will still sit on Santa's lap. Mainly to hear what Ella says to him so we can be spot on Christmas morning with the gifts (No more cranning my neck behind the rope to figure out what she told the big guy in the red suit). He has the ability to keep secrets (he doesn't get that from his mama) so I trust he will be our "helper" with the scheme for the next few years until some punk tells Ella the truth.
Noah has gone up one more rung in the "becoming a little man" ladder.