This is the first year I don’t have to hide wrapped gifts or receipts and
I don’t have to talk in code with the husband about shopping trips. I don’t have to do any of that covert mom/spy stuff just to continue the lie fantasy of Santa.
With the simple phrase ‘you are right honey. There is no Santa’ my life got suddenly easier.
Then I wonder why it makes me so sad?
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awww…
Dude. Santa doesn’t have TIME TO WRAP!
I’ve had lots of close calls over the years. Sparky asked me point blank the other day because some boy at school pulled back the green curtain on both Santa and the Easter Bunny. I asked, “Do YOU believe in Santa?” When the answer came back “yes” I knew I had another year.