I had a very interesting conversation with Anna last night. She
had been talking again about how she wants to wait up to see Santa.
Kathleen was telling her she needed to stay in her room.
"But I just want to know the truth?" She said in a frustrated voice.
I'll handle this, I thought to myself, "The truth about what, sweetheart?"
"I want to know the truth about whether Santa Claus is real or not."
I faked a big laugh. "But if Santa Clause isn't real, then who brings
everybody presents on Christmas day?"
She didn't hesitate or even blink. "Parents"
I had the curious sensation of trying to keep a straight face while at
the same time inhaling about six ounces of iced tea into my sinuses.
I managed somehow to sound authoritative. "Sweety, you just need to
go to sleep on Christmas eve, or else maybe Santa won't come. What
would happen if Santa saw you down there?"
Or what if he didn't I thought to myself. I was thinking of her earlier plan to catch santa. You and your brother PJ hiding behind the red chair with a net, ready to capture Santa like a butterfly and hold him hostage until your greedy little plan is