Over a year ago I told Emily the truth about Santa. It was at Easter. I ratted out everybody, the Tooth Fairy, The Easter Bunny, etc. Tyler says I am the “Crusher of Dreams”
She just believed so hard and none of her friends believed and she would argue with them! Plus I felt so bad about lying to her since she really believed me more than anything. If I said Santa was real, he was real! So, I just felt it was time.
Tyler had a fit. He couldn’t believe that I told her.
I know I am probably going to hell for telling her. Bad mommy.
So last Christmas she just kept asking me if he could be real. How did I know that he wasn’t real? There were so many more questions. She just wanted him to be real so very badly. It was heartbreaking.
Then on December 24 at 8:00 PM she jumped up off of the sofa and ran to her room. She was in there for 20 minutes. She came out and said, “I wrote a letter to Santa asking for a gift for me and Sarah. Now we will see if he is really real.” And then she ran back to her room to get ready for bed.
Tyler and I raced to read her letter and at the end of it she wrote, “I will always believe in you no matter what!”
What would YOU do?
I looked at Tyler and he said, “I do not care how long it takes, but I am going to find a store that is open and get her what she wants!”
Emily woke up on Christmas Day and when she saw those 2 items and a reply from Santa she was elated and she hasn’t stopped talking about it since. Yes, really.
Every couple of months she asks if he is real. I tell her that I believe anything can happen. He is supposed to be magical after all. I may have also told her to not mention it to her friends in case they get jealous that Santa isn’t really visiting them. You know, I gotta protect her after all.
So this year I signed her up for a few text messages from Santa. Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. We have decided to just go with it since she believes so hard. Hopefully her husband understands 20 years from now.
And then she lost a tooth the other night. (Giant head slap) Now she wants the Tooth Fairy to be real! She wrote the Tooth Fairy a note asking if Santa is real.
And that darn Fairy wrote her back.
In teeny tiny handwriting because, duh, the Fairy is teeny tiny I guess. Emily had to get out a magnifying glass to read it.
It is now just a few days before Christmas and you know what? How do we know he isn’t real? Anything is possible right? Who would have thought that we could land on the moon? Or text? Or DVR?
One year on a lark, I wrote Santa a letter. I was 31 years old. Each year our grocery store accepts letters and then sends the kids a response with a coupon for a cookie so I thought that they might have some fun reading a letter from an adult. This is what I wrote:
I haven’t asked for anything for a very long time, but if you could help me out I would be grateful. This year I want to meet a man who is loving and kind. He must not be a LOSER as I have already met all of them.
He must be funny and preferably play golf. He must find my quirks endearing and never try to change me because I really like me.
2 months later I met Tyler. He is the man of my dreams and even more.
Maybe Santa is real.