A couple of weeks ago, out of nowhere seemingly, Jamie asked the Santa question again. I had put them to bed and it had been quiet for about 20 minutes when Jamie called out and when I got there he asked if there was really a Santa. He's asked before, of course, and we've said yes but there was clearly something a little more probing about this. I just wasn't ready then so I said we'd talk about it in the morning, kind of hoping he would forget.
But alas, he did not so I told him that really there was no guy with a white beard flying around, but that the spirit of Santa was very real, etc. He was fine with this, and especially liked the "let's let Connor keep believing" aspect of things. He spent some time thinking about this and then had two main reactions. One was disappointment/confusion. Having understood that the presents came from us or other family, he asked "Then how did I get my nerf gun last year?" See he knows we didn't particularly approve of that so he asked Santa for instead of us, and got it. So I told him, no we were willing to do that. Then he got bummed realizing that there was no extra-parental path for him to take in seeking the ultimate Star Wars set: the Death Star. The other reaction was to wonder how Norad did the Santa Tracker. Amazing the power of scientific "proof"!
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This might be a good day to suggest that you have a birth certificate ready to produce when the inevitable "gifter" controversy emerges. We'll back up your claim about the North Pole, but documentation may be tricky.
Happy Birthday anyway. Dad
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