A couple of evenings back, whilst eating dinner with Boys #1 and #2...
Boy #1: "Mum. Do you believe in Santa Claus?"
Oh. My. God.
This is it. This is the moment when all the carefully constructed lies come crashing down around my ears.
I should clarify here; I am just about positive that if we lived in the UK, Boy #1 - now aged 9 - would no way believe in the Big Man. But we don't live in the UK. And it's a well known truth in the expat community that children who live this protected, cossetted existence, often believe in Santa for longer than they do back home. My son, sensitive, thoughtful and wanting to take things on face value, is one of those.
I should clarify here; I am just about positive that if we lived in the UK, Boy #1 - now aged 9 - would no way believe in the Big Man. But we don't live in the UK. And it's a well known truth in the expat community that children who live this protected, cossetted existence, often believe in Santa for longer than they do back home. My son, sensitive, thoughtful and wanting to take things on face value, is one of those.
So. What to tell him? And before I share my reply, please take into account the following:
1. My younger son - Boy #2 - was also sitting trustingly at the table, agog, and waiting for my answer..
2. Both Boys were - in addition to eagerly anticipating Christmas - very much looking forward to a visit from The Sint on December 5th.
3. Deny Santa Claus, and the whole edifice - Sinta Klaas, the Tooth Fairy, elves, peace on earth - it all comes crashing down.
4. Deny Santa Claus and there is a good chance that what I wrote about here - when a friend's husband became persona non grata in his neighbourhood for spilling the beans on the Santa Myth to his 8 year old son - would happen to me.
It was, in parenting terms, one of those 'life flashing before your eyes' moments. I tried to buy myself time by asking why he would ask this question (friends at school had prompted him to), and what he thought (why yes Mum, of course I believe*), but we both knew I was putting off answering him. So finally, I screwed my courage up and answered him fully and frankly.
"Well. I believe in the Spirit of Christmas. And isn't Santa Claus the embodiment** of that?"
Alright - I fudged it. But he and his brother seemed satisfied with that answer, so come on: how would you have answered?
*What self-respecting child would answer otherwise given that replying in the negative might mean no fully stuffed stocking on Christmas morning?
** Yes, I admit it. I was banking on the fact that 'embodiment' was not a term either of my sons would have come across before, so they wouldn't be able to tell just how much I was fudging the issue...
1. My younger son - Boy #2 - was also sitting trustingly at the table, agog, and waiting for my answer..
2. Both Boys were - in addition to eagerly anticipating Christmas - very much looking forward to a visit from The Sint on December 5th.
3. Deny Santa Claus, and the whole edifice - Sinta Klaas, the Tooth Fairy, elves, peace on earth - it all comes crashing down.
4. Deny Santa Claus and there is a good chance that what I wrote about here - when a friend's husband became persona non grata in his neighbourhood for spilling the beans on the Santa Myth to his 8 year old son - would happen to me.
It was, in parenting terms, one of those 'life flashing before your eyes' moments. I tried to buy myself time by asking why he would ask this question (friends at school had prompted him to), and what he thought (why yes Mum, of course I believe*), but we both knew I was putting off answering him. So finally, I screwed my courage up and answered him fully and frankly.
"Well. I believe in the Spirit of Christmas. And isn't Santa Claus the embodiment** of that?"
Alright - I fudged it. But he and his brother seemed satisfied with that answer, so come on: how would you have answered?
*What self-respecting child would answer otherwise given that replying in the negative might mean no fully stuffed stocking on Christmas morning?
** Yes, I admit it. I was banking on the fact that 'embodiment' was not a term either of my sons would have come across before, so they wouldn't be able to tell just how much I was fudging the issue...
