I have a feeling this may be one of our last visits to the guy in the red suit. I can’t believe it since Declan is only 5, but he is starting to figure things out – especially after our discussions about imagination and lying.
Last week we were sitting at the dinner table, talking about Santa, what the kids at school were saying about him… and while looking me straight in the eye, he said:
“Mama, do YOU think Santa is real?”
Holy cats. Talk about a crisis moment. Do I lie? After all this talk about NOT LYING? Do I tell the truth and crush this beautiful fantasy, a fantasy that we’ve barely even begun to enjoy?
I said, “I think he pulls off some pretty amazing things.”
Aimee: 0, Cheap evasive maneuvers: 1.
Apparently my words were enough for him, because the subject died until this evening – when we went to the mall – and our own version of a Christmas miracle happened: the line was short!
We asked Declan if he wanted to see Santa and he nearly peed his pants – telling me: He. still. believes.
So we have this year, at least.
So, what did he ask for, after all that?
No Wii, no Heelys, no Transformer Megatron Killing Machine… just a string of letters saying “happy birthday” that cost $1.99.
I seriously love my kid.
P.S. The photo above is from Bryan’s phone because their picture was fairly crappy. Don’t get me started on the “Overpriced Crappy Santa Photo Plus Stupid Ass Borders” epidemic that has taken over every mall in America. What the hell is that about? I see your equipment, people! It makes me want to take over and change the settings and the lights to get your customers at least SOMETHING close in value to what they are paying! Sheesh!