Behold, the Wilson family Christmas card of 2009:
Sadly, this is it for a card. I was going to have pictures printed and send out cards this year, but I think I've waited way too long to do it in a timely manner. So I'm going to give it a positive spin and say that we're saving trees by not using all that paper. Yeah.
We've been listening to lots of Christmas music at our house lately because Julian is obsessed with it, and I think tomorrow we'll be making sugar cookies. I bought some Wilton meringue powder today so we could make royal icing without using raw egg whites. We also bought a nutcracker because Julian is hardcore obsessed with those too. And pretty much anything pertaining to Christmas. He's asking lots of questions about Santa lately, like how he knows what everyone wants, and how do moms and dads have Santa's cell phone number? I told him that when he was born, they gave us that information at the hospital before we left. It's just something all new parents get.
The more I think about it though, the more I don't know if I like the whole notion of Santa. It's fun and everything, and the idea of him is definitely exciting (and kind of creepy...he sees you when you're sleeping?!). But I feel like kind of a jerk for lying to my kid. Do you remember when you found out that Santa wasn't real? Were you devastated? Because I was. I was 5 years old and in kindergarten, and an older boy on the school bus broke it to me. And I remember thinking, that's just not possible. Of course Santa is real....right? And I feel like by lying to Julian about these fictitious holiday characters (Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy), I'm setting him up for disappointment. Part of me feels like kids need to know how hard their parents work to get their presents. Daily, Julian will rattle off a list of crazy expensive things that he wants Santa to bring him, because why not? Santa is magic and he brings free toys to all good girls and boys. And saying things like, "Whoa, buddy. That's pretty expensive...I don't know if Santa can afford that one this year." makes me sound like such a debbie downer. Julian's logic always trumps that too, because he says, "Santa doesn't pay for toys. The elves build them. So he can bring me everything on my list!" Which leads me to yet another lie of, "Santa has to pay the elves an hourly wage though, because they work very hard. And overall, that ends up costing Santa a lot of cash." Also, how the heck do you explain poor kids who get basically nothing for Christmas? Is Santa just that much of an a-hole that he overlooks poor kids? No fair.
I mean seriously, what the hell? It feels crazy to me. But the other part of me that loves fun and everything Christmas wants to keep him believing in Santa for as long as possible. For him to keep his sense of wonderment about all things magical.
What do you think? Do you think parents should tell their kids that Santa is just pretend and still enjoy the holidays, or do you think we should just feed them this lie because that's what everyone does? I just don't know.