Meego and a couple of his friends were playing a video game in the Man Cave while I was at my estrogen island known as the giga desk. These friends are twin brothers, about 3 years younger than Meego. They were about 6 or 7 years old at the time.
Twin1: I wish we had a PlayStation2
Twin2: Maybe we should ask Santa for one
Meego: Santa's not...
It was the Christmas season, touchy times.
I think it's safe to assume that Magnum and I are in the minority among families that celebrate Christmas, but have never done the Santa thing. I don't remember having much of a conversation about it. It's not like we were still in the dating stages and...
"Do you want to have children someday?"
"Oh, yes absolutely!"
"Will you tell them there's a Santa Claus?"
It wasn't an issue, we just "didn't go there". Neither one of us felt comfortable lying to them, even if it made Christmas less "magical".
Of course, our kids were never so isolated as to not know about Santa Claus. He's on TV, he's at the mall, he's on the dang wrapping paper, after all. We just told them that it's all a sweet Christmas story, for fun.
And we added the rule: do NOT tell your friends!!
That part hasn't always been easy. I guess with them thinking of Santa Claus as a story and nothing more, it was difficult for them to get that their friends believed. Those years I did the daycare? Serious damage control was necessary at Christmastime.
When I was little, I believed in Santa and got presents from him at Christmas. I knew the guy at the store or the Christmas party in the cheesy beard and fake boots, whose lap I sat upon, was not Santa. But the one on TV at Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade was really him.
I don't remember any traumatic revelation, I just know that at some point, the Santa story became just a story. It was probably Guano's fault.
And I would never tell someone else's children that Santa doesn't exist, anymore than I would explain to them where babies come from.
Apparently, a couple of teachers don't feel the same. I came across this story, and I admit it bothered me. When my kids go off to school, I hope they have mind-expanding lessons and interactions. But tell a group of 5-year-olds that there's no Santa?
Epilogue: Santa brought the PS2.