Hey. Son. You know that fat man in a red suit and hat that you adore so much. That man you write letters to every year asking for all the newest toys. The guy we make cookies for every Christmas and leave them out on a plate with milk.
Yes, Daddy.
Well, Son. I hate to tell you, but Santa Claus is not real. Neither are the reindeer.
What?
During these holidays, I've been replaying that conversation constantly in my mind. Trying to figure out when would be the best time to tell my son the truth about Santa Claus. Being that he is two now, I don't have to worry about it. Right now, he still doesn't know who Santa is.
But, I'm sure that will change next year.
Still, it was something that crossed my mind this year.
I want to make sure I approach the topic properly. I do know that this is a sensitive and somewhat shocking revelation. I still remember when my father told me. We were standing at a bus stop on a cold and snowy day in Toronto. I can't remember what exactly provoked the conversation, but whatever it was it led to him telling me rather harshly that there was no Santa.
I was devastated.
I also quickly learned that the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy were not real either.
It was a rough time in my development.
As for my son, I think I would like to be a little more sensitive than my father was in breaking the news to me.
I'm sure that it won't be an easy conversation.
And yeah, Son, before you ask.
I'm the one who has been eating the cookies and drinking the milk.
The Wizard has spoken.
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