So, for the first time in my mommy life, all of my children are aware of who Santa really is. I am feeling a twinge of sadness about that, and I bring up the subject to my children, asking the youngest ones if they are sad to know it is their boring, mean, cheap parents.
I ask this, because, Adam and Katie were very dissapointed when I filled them in on reality. I actually waited a very long time with the youngest three. Lucas, at 12, still kinda believed it was the guy in the big red suit. Isaiah, and Savannah were staunch believers also. Until a very naughty friend of Savannah's, who would get coal in her stocking if only big red Santa were real, informed Savannah of the "truth".
I was asked over and over after that, and just couldn't put off the inevitable any longer.
So, when I am asking my children last night if they are sad about knowing, Isaiah replies, "It's ok, we had to know sometime. Otherwise OUR children wouldn't get any presents!" I laughed my head off. He was as serious as a heart attack when he said it. I guess it is a good thing he knows HE is Santa Claus! I just wish it could be right now- being Santa is a big job. Do you think I can quit now that they know?
