The other night when I went to tuck in Coen, he said he was having some doubts about Santa Claus. I tell you, I was more evasive and less forthright about this topic than I was when Coen asked me how babies are made! (Specifically, he asked, "Mommy, how does Daddy get the sperm inside you?) That question, I answered it with calm and poise of a true sex-educator. But Santa Claus?!! I panicked. He said that he wanted to believe in Santa Clause but he was pretty sure it was just me and Daddy. I let him stay in that spot and told him we could talk about it more anytime he wanted. Then I got the hell out of his room, lest any more questions came up! I am not ready to let go of the magic!!!
This weekend, Winter Wendall comes to our house. Winter Wendall is our Solstice Wizard and he fills our stockings. I posted about him in my old blog-feel free to read here. I hope my children both believe, Coen at least for one more year. I'm hanging on to Winter Wendall for as long as I can. Here is my rough depiction of Winter Wendal:
It was when I was about nine, when I realized the truth about Santa Claus... I was sitting at a bar with my mom. I think it was the Narrow Lane.
I said, "Mom? You and Dad are really Santa, right?"
And she said, "Well, what do you think?"
And I said, "I think it's you and Dad."
"You're right." she said and hugged me.
"Mom?" I said.
"Does the same thing go for the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy and God too?"