My Kids Make Me Laugh – Santa Claus

My Kids Make Me Laugh ChristmasMy kids make me laugh almost daily, including their pre-Christmas antics.

Watty is in third grade.  GoGo is a first grader.   The existence of Santa Claus is up for grabs.

And honestly, I’m ok with that.  I didn’t grow up with Santa being a big part of our Christmas tradition and I’m not certain I ever actually believed in him being an actual person with a sleigh.  (even as a little girl i was apparently quite cynical.)

What I’m not OK with is one sibling teasing the other about babyish beliefs.  I want both my kids to have the chance to figure the whole Santa thing out for themselves.  So I’ve been careful the past few years – separate paper for the Santa gifts, unique Santa handwriting, powdered sugar footprints… the works.   (it’s a long list that’s worthy of it’s own post.)

It started over a year ago.

When Watty was six and began shedding teeth like crazy, he started asking questions about the tooth fairy.

Watty:  Mommy, I know you’re the tooth fairy.  Aren’t you.

Me:  How am I supposed to answer that?

(GoGo was standing right there.  He’d been trying for weeks to lose just one tooth because he wanted the tooth fairy to visit and give him money.  There was NO WAY I was telling the truth about the tooth fairy before GoGo had lost his first tooth.)

Watty:  Tell me the truth.

GoGo:  Yeah.  Da twuth.

Me:  The Tooth Fairy is every bit as real as Santa Claus.

That seemed to settle it.  Watty kept sticking teeth under his pillow.


Watty:  Mommy, why does the Tooth Fairy rip me off?

Me:  What? Huh?  Where’s my coffee?

Watty:  She gives me a quarter.  My friends all get dollar bills for their teeth.

(again, gogo is listening.  intently.  so i think fast.)

Me:  They must have cleaner teeth than you do.  If you want a dollar you need to brush more often.

Last Christmas, Watty came to me and said he needed to have a serious conversation – in private.  I knew my second grader was growing up and I figured I knew what it was about.  I appreciated him trying to protect his little brother.

Watty:  Mom, I know Santa isn’t real.  You don’t have to pretend.

Me:  If Santa isn’t real does that mean I don’t have to buy you stuff off your Santa wish list?

Watty:  Uh… I think I’ll believe in Santa one more year.

We had the long talk about Santa being the spirit of giving.  We talked about the real meaning of Christmas and why we give gifts in the first place.  We agreed to keep the Santa thing going until GoGo was ready.

Some time this past summer, GoGo figured out the Tooth Fairy thing.  I suspect it was finding the teeth in my jewelry box.  But he’s a light sleeper, you never know.

He didn’t come to talk to me about it, but I did overhear his conversation with his brother.

GoGo:  Watty, you know how mommy said the Tooth Fairy was as real as Santa Claus?

Watty:  Yeah.

GoGo:  Does that mean…

Watty:  Shh! Don’t tell her!  If she finds out you don’t believe in Santa then we don’t get as many Legos!

Oh my.

During one of their hunting trips this fall, Watty had time alone with my husband.  Hubby won’t share everything they talk about, but he did share their conversation about Christmas.

Watty:  Dad, I don’t believe in Santa.

Hubby:  OK…

Watty:  GoGo doesn’t either.

Hubby:  Good to know.

Watty:  We’re just pretending we do to make mom happy.  We wouldn’t want her to find out Santa isn’t real.

Apparently, my husband managed not to laugh out loud at this revelation.  He understood that Watty was trying to “man up” and not be viewed as a baby at the hunting lease.

Apparently, my kids are still a bit confused on the whole subject.  The entire family is now pretending to believe that they believe in Santa Claus in an effort to not upset some other family member.

Since this is my last year to believe in Santa, I figure I’ll go out in a blaze of glory.

Do your kids still believe in Santa?  Do you?  How do you help Santa come to life in your home?

[author] [author_image timthumb=’on’][/author_image] [author_info]Houston Mom Blogger Susan Baker has a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood. She has two elementary school boys, one engineering husband, and one cat. She has a strange fascination  for eggs, socks, and books.  She spends far too much time on Social Media and at Target. She is crazy in love with her family.  She serves an amazing God.   She lives an ordinary life filled with wonder. [/author_info] [/author]


Susan Baker
I have a passion for encouraging weary worn out mothers to find joy in everyday motherhood and peace in unlikely places. I have two elementary school boys, one nerdy husband, and two cats. I have a strange fascination for bad puns, the color pink, socks, and books. I worry about running out of toilet paper, wine, and chocolate.. I serve an amazing God. I live an ordinary life filled with wonder.
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