Earlier in the year Leif came home from school with a question in mind… is Santa real?
Or he phrased it more like, “Isaac said that Santa is just your parents dressed up. Is that true mommy?”
Easy and very truthful response.
“No, neither mommy or daddy dress up like Santa. Aren’t we the ones that take you to see Santa at the mall? How could we dress up and be next to you?”
Ok, so maybe I took his question too literal. So I backpedaled a little.
“Not everyone believes in Santa Claus, but I do and I hope you do too. I truly believe that Santa is the spirit of giving,” I went on honestly.
Leif assured me that he believed in Santa and I dropped it there after half pondering talking to the kids’ teacher (Isaac is an older child in the class) and considering speaking to Isaac’s dad at work just to give him a heads up that his son is spreading fibs – I also pondered keeping Leif in a bubble, but that isn’t terribly feasible and I am sure CPS would be onto me quickly.
The other day after seeing Santa at school Leif came home and had this to say:
“It wasn’t a normal Santa though, something weird was his beard and it wasn’t real hair,” he said.
“What do you think about that?” I asked him probing gently.
“I think it was just someone dressed up to be like Santa,” he said. “And you know what? All the kids in line in front of me asked for pencils, but I asked for the Batman Wii game!”
“Why did all your friends ask for pencils?” I asked him perplexed.
“Well they must have asked for pencils, because it’s what they got,” he said.
“Did Santa give you a Batman Wii game?” I asked.
“No, he just gave me a pencil too,” Leif said.
We went to the mall the other day for a quick trip and noted that there was no line for Santa… and the kids actually looked alright! No huge obvious stains. Leif wasn’t in Christmas themed clothes, but he looked nice enough. Skadi had her Christmas dress on (like she does many days lately), though she had navy blue tights with flowers on – so did not match the Christmas dress – but she had her boots on, so it wasn’t horrid. We jumped quick into the very short line.
As we stood there a grin grew on Leif’s face.
“Mommy, look!” he said. “It’s the NORMAL Santa!”
And both kids beamed after hanging with Santa for a few. He was a good Santa too – more friendly than the prior year’s grump. And he did look, “normal”.
I guess I have a few years left while his measure of the real Santa resides in whether or not there is a fake or real beard.