Tonight Aiden asked (for the hundredth time) a 'So, if Santa's real, then why does....'
And.........tonight, I broke my silence.
I simply proposed one thought; "Aiden, don't you think it's weird that you ask me so many questions about whether Santa is real or not?"
And to that, he replied, 'hmmm, yeah'. And from that point the monumental milestone...childhood stealing...'you can never take this back'....conversation began.
Aiden was very cool about it.
I told him that Santa IS real...or at least he was; and because he was such an amazing guy, when he died, ALL PARENTS in the world were aloud to have a little piece of him; and each Christmas WE get to be HIM! We get to sneak down stairs and put presents under the tree, and eat all the delicious cookies and milk that are left for him. He was surprisingly o.k. with this explanation. No tears, no trauma....I think.
PLUS, when I told him that not all of his friends were privy to this information so we probably should not tell them, he said that he agreed and 'wouldn't ruin it for them.'...yes, I chose to ignore the implacatation that I "ruined it for him."
By the way, I did confirm that Jesus was still very real by adding, 'Hey, Jesus, though, he's a different story; he's totally legit. Do you still believe in him?" to which he replied an energetic "yes."....disturbingly though, when I asked if Santa was still alive earlier in the conversation he had said "No....he died, but then he rose again to deliver gifts."....wrong story. We straightened that out though, don't worry.
