I thought we had longer.
This evening Hollis, my six year old, asked me "How do I know that Santa's real? Because I think it might just be you and Daddy giving us stuff."
He asked this in front of his younger brother as well.
Knife. Heart. Ouch.
I remember the moment I discovered the truth about Santa well because it was such a shock to my young self. I was on the bus heading to school and reading Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing when Peter dropped that bombshell about no Santa into his narrative.
I was nine.
So maybe I've always been a bit clueless, but how did my kindergartner, who is an oldest child and the oldest kid in his Montessori school classroom, figure this one out?
And how can I rewind to December and enjoy that last moment of magic all over again?
Pardon me while I go weep quietly in the corner of my blog....
