So ‘Santa’ got busted by one of the twins in our local bookstore yesterday.
I was shopping with the twins in our local book mecca. Rowan peeled off quickly to go read in the Kids fiction section. Malcolm stuck with me while I wandered around. When we stopped to admire the Hobbit display, Malcolm turned to me and – finally -asked…
MALCOLM: “Mom, are you Santa?”
I need to point out that the twins are ten and to this point appeared to fully believe in Santa-Tooth Fairy-Easter Bunny et al. so I had no indication “the question” would come in this moment.
Seeing the real fear of the answer in my son’s eyes. I gently responded
ME: “What do you think?”
MALCOLM: “I don’t know. Just tell me, Are you really Santa?”
I put my arm around him and told him that I was one of millions of parents who help keep the “magic” of Santa alive while children are small. I explained that once kids are old enough to see how parents help Santa, they are old enough to keep the magic going for younger children. I told him that his question meant that he was growing up and I was so happy that now he could join the “grown-ups” and keep the magic of Santa going from the other side.
He looked sad for a minute. Then he took my hand, looked at me with relief and said..
MALCOLM: “Thanks for telling me the truth.
–long pause —
MALCOLM: Honestly, I was just worried that you were going to tell me that the Elf of the Shelf wasn’t moving around on his own.”
MALCOLM: “Oh my GOD!. MOM! Are YOU moving the Elf?!!”
ME: “Uhm…well…What do you think?”
UPDATE: After digesting this critical need-to-know data overnight, Malcolm came home from school today…and gave me a knowing “Santa-like” wink as his sister ran into the house and to begin looking for where her elf had ‘moved’. One down, one to go.