Well, another child figures things out.
Little 13 year old Rebecca finally got dosed with the realization of exactly how it is that Santa knows when you're sleeping and if you've been naughty or nice.
Seems this year that the Jolly Fat One (not to be confused with Joey Fatone) managed to shove a small TV/DVD combo down the flue along with the usual treasure trove of gifts and stocking stuffers.
The only problem? Well, when Daddy got the set out of the box and put it upstairs, the television part would work, but not the DVD player part. Meaning, either one of Santa's elves messed up, or one of the underage kids working in a Thai electronics sweatshop messed up. Meaning, Daddy was going to have to take it back to a store--in fact, THE store from which Santa procured it--and exchange it for a more workable unit.
Oh, I think she's been suspicious for a while, but she wanted to keep believing, and frankly, I wanted her to as well. I remember when I figured it out, and although I wasn't quite disappointed, I still realized things were different, and in not an entirely pleasant way. I think she might feel the same way--a little bit more of a comfortable, reassuring childhood is now up on the shelf, and won't be back until she has her own children.
At least there are a couple of young ones left in the house who still have no doubts about such things.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at January 3, 2006 04:29 PMMy kids just aren't gullible enough.
Posted by: Jordana at January 3, 2006 05:46 PMI try to instill a profound sense of gullibility in my children so they will instinctively think I am always right. It seems to wear off at age 15, though.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 4, 2006 10:15 AM