I’ve been dreading the day my kids no longer believed in Santa. I knew it was there in the future, but I imagined it was further off.
Then just two weeks ago, my son came home from school and the words that every parent hopes won’t be said for ‘just one more Christmas’ came spewing forth.
“Santa’s not real. George told me.”
It’s the ramp-up to the most exciting time of year. The next few weeks are to be filled with promises of joy and awe of lists to write out, of Santa photos to be taken, of anticipation and wonder and here he was just eight-years-old and that carpet of magic had been swept from under him.
I tried to bluster my way through convincing him, but I am sure it was a second rate job as he simply looked disappointed.