If I’m lucky, I’ll survive this year with my youngest still believing, although I know she’s faltering.
I want to tell her that I’m the one responsible for all the things showing up under the tree Christmas morning, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
But I know that she’s questioning. Kids are talking about it at school and she’s coming home and asking questions.
Matthew and I are really good about spouting back, “Those who believe receive.”
But I know the doubt is there.
Yesterday, two packages arrived from my mother. Some of the gifts are labeled from Nana and Papaw and others just have a name on them. Those are Santa gifts. The gifts from my mother are always from Santa because apparently when I was younger I asked why my grandma got me better gifts than Santa. My mother doesn’t want me to feel the way that she did when I asked that, so the gifts are from Santa.
I love my mother.
So I placed them under the tree. Curiosity got the better of Samara when she arrived home and asked who the gifts were from.
Santa, I replied. I told her that I got two packages, one from Nana and one from Santa and she killed herself thinking about how this was all possible.
It was quite comical and I spent a good 30 minutes going round and round with her over this.
So this morning, I was all set to wrap her presents, as they are the last on my list of things to do and I went to find her wrapping paper.
It’s no where to be found.
You see, everyone has their own wrapping paper in the house. For the past few years, Santa has asked the parents to provide their own wrapping paper due to the tough times in the economy (what? It was all I could think of when she found the Santa paper — what would you have said?) I allowed her to pick out her own this year.
She did.
It’s gorgeous. Red foil with silver and white snowflakes on it.
But I can’t find it.
Know why?
Because Miss “I’m-going-to-prove-there-is-no-Santa” hid it.
“If there is a Santa, Mom, he knows when I’m sleeping and when I’m awake. He knows if I’ve been good or bad. So since he knows all that, he’ll know where my wrapping paper is too.”
Guess I’m headed to target to see if they have any more of that cheap wrapping paper, praying all the way there that they do.
Until next time…
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Oh my gosh that’s funny.
I made a big boo boo as well about Santa. My MIL is also Santa’s biggest helper. Last year she(Santa) got them Guitar Hero. I made the mistake of saying something about Grandma getting us Guitar Hero for Christmas last year…not thinking of course. Woops!
Now the oldest is seriously rethinking things over on the Santa thing.
Oh this is GREAT! I hope you find it…. I so wanted mine to believe as long as possible and this year, Kass figured it out to the point where even though I say I still believe… she does know…. but I can still believe right?!
Find that wrapping paper… that will be the best ever if they prezzies show up in her “hidden” paper.
I love this.
Stay in touch…. I miss our lunches!!!
Chuckle. Mom’s response to the Is he real question was simply, What do YOU think? Total cop out if you ask me, but didnt lie.
Around here Santa doesnt wrap things, they just appear in all their plastic glory on Christmas morning. Batteried, Tab A slid into Slot B, packaging wire wars already won, (usually pretested by the longhair who cant wait) ready for all out boy induced mayhem. (Did Boy mention that our 2 are getting a nerf machine gun too?? Ahh the upcoming wars)
That’s soooo funny! Kids are way too smart for our own good now, aren’t they?? My little guys b-day is tomorrow and I have all gifts under the tree and he’s already guessed what a couple of his presents are. What’s up with that??!! Hope Santa found more wrapping paper!
Oh that IS great! You’ve got one smart girl on your hands there.
A couple weeks ago, I was watching Desperate Housewives and one of the characters said something about Santa not being real. Andrew was sitting on the couch next to me coloring or something. I thought he wasn’t paying attention, but his head popped up then he slowly looked at me and said, “Santa. Isn’t. Real?”
I’m a quick thinker though. I shook my head like that was the stupidest thing I ever heard and said, “This is just a TV show. They say stupid things all the time.”
Whew. That was close!
Be sure to let us know if you found the wrapping paper. That will be too cool! Maybe you should do it in something else and give her a “letter” from Santa and give a reason for the new paper. You’ve got a week to think of something believable.
We have the same kind of Christmas as “Sis” where our Santa gifts show up Christmas morning without wrapping paper.
Oh my goodness – you weren’t kidding about the santa thing! lol You know I think you’re a little nuttier now, doncha?
Hugs,
Cathy
Smart cookie you’ve got there. I finally fessed up to my oldest when he was in fourth grade, but after Christmas. He just kept asking, so I brought him into the fold. My daughter is in fifth and doesn’t question. I’m sure she does internally, but never aloud.
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