The End Of Another Era?DS#3 told me this week that he did not care to visit Santa at the mall or at a neighborhood party.
"He's fake, Mom. They are all fake. I can pull their beards off."
DH and I have an agreement. DH did not grow up with Santa because his parents did not want to lie to him. I agreed during DS#1's first Christmas that when the kids asked if Santa was real that I would answer them truthfully. I found a loophole in that agreement that I do not feel guilty in using. I evade the question by asking another question.
"Mom, is Santa real?"
"Hmmmm. What do you think?"
(I then let them reason it out for themselves. The usually figure it all out by 3rd grade, which is about time , anyway.)
"Mom, its all fake." DS#3, my first grader, watched my face, just waiting for me to give it all away. I looked back at him waiting for another pronouncement, but none came.
Last night, DS was asked what he wanted for Christmas. He answered very diplomatically "What ever I get will be fine." DS #3 has never been greedy but this lack of dreaming surprised me. He was kind of resigned about the whole thing, no excitement whatsoever.
I wonder if the magic is gone for him? I am sad over his growing up so much more quick than his brothers. I've got to think of a way to bring his smile back.