My kids have come to me several times in the past asking if Santa was real. I've felt for a couple of years now that he did not believe in Santa. (Just read those two posts.) But I've never actually told him.
Early last week, he approached me with a troubled look on his face and wanted to know if Santa was real. I gave him my usual, "Well, what do you think?" And this time, he replied, "I want to believe he's real but I just don't think there's any way it could be true."
He's 13 so I told him the truth. He was extremely disappointed and a little sad. But then he said, "The only reason I was really still thinking that he might be real was our gifts. How do you get them to Massachusetts?
"Ohhhhh! Well, that makes sense! What about the elf?"
I showed him our poor little Elf on the Shelf hidden in the back of Dan's dresser, wrapped up in the red towel we use to transport him from here to Massachusetts.
The elf is the reason that I am certain Sarah no longer believes either. She hasn't come right out and asked but neither one of them mentioned our elf after we put up our Christmas tree. It was a couple of days later and I asked Dan if I should get it out.
He looked at me with great disbelief and violently shook his head. "Why would you get that thing out if they aren't asking for it? It's nothing but one big hassle."
And I agree. Ever since we've had that thing it's been just one more thing to do. One more thing to remember. And our poor elf never did any exciting things like the other elves seem to do.(Well, usually once a season he would do something really mischievous but for the most part, he just moved around from shelf to perch to shelf.
So I left Sparkle wrapped in his towel. And have been a little glum about it all month.
The kids are growing up. I guess it's what they are supposed to do, but sometimes it leaves me a little wistful.
Back in December, 2008 when both my babies still believed...