I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph. ~Shirley Temple
Now that we are fast approaching Christmas and the idea of Santa Clause is everywhere, it reminds me of how Kyle was informed of the truth about old Saint Nick. I told him. Yes, I know it sounds horrible, but it needed to be done. Kyle turned eleven this past July, so this happened about a year and a half ago when Kyle was ten years old.
Up until last summer, as far as we knew, Kyle still believed in Santa, wholeheartedly. This is kind of surprising to me because Kyle is such a realist. He's very practical with his thinking, always has been, and I can't believe he didn't poke holes in Santa's story. Of course, Kyle has also always been so innocent, like all children should be, and his faith in the magic of Christmas was always unwavering, like everyone's should be. Not to mention, the idea of a jolly man bringing him toys, especially Legos, was beyond him to question it.
Mom, Nicole and I discussed the situation before any action was taken. I personally didn't think this was a problem with Kyle still believing, but mom brought up a good point, she didn't want kids making fun of Kyle for not knowing. She also didn't want Kyle finding out from the other youngsters at this age and not really understanding Christmas. Well, upon further discussion it was established that Nicole was going to tell Kyle over the "Aunt Nikki and Kyle's week of fun." Our reasoning was, Kyle would be having so much fun, hence the name, that he wouldn't be upset.
Great! The plan was laid out or so I thought. Except, an opportunity presented itself and I took it. Actually, the conversation happened so quickly, I really didn't have time to think about it, but I knew I didn't want to lie to Kyle, nor did I want him to possibly be upset on his vacation.
Kyle and I were heading somewhere and he brought up Christmas. This is not unusual for Kyle to be thinking about his Christmas presents in the middle of summer. He pre-plans his booty well in advance so we have time to fulfill his requests. I was told by a friend of mine that when we did break the news, do not make it into such a big deal, be casual about the conversation. Kyle said, "Ya Aunt Heather, for Christmas I want [something] from Santa Clause." Ok, now was the time to rip off the band-aide. I interrupted him and said, "You know Kyle, there's no such thing as Santa Clause." He stopped and thought for a moment and said, "But Saint Nicholas is real." You see Kyle's chosen saint for his Confirmation was Saint Nicholas, after my sister Nicole. I added to confirm his faith, "O yes, Saint Nicholas was a real man, who did great things. But a fat jolly man running around and delivering gifts is not real." trying to give him a clear comparison and trying to make this conversation flow a little more smoothly. He said, "But am I still going to get my gifts under the tree?" My poor confused and stressed out Kyle! I replied, "Yes Kyle, you are not going to be at a loss of toys and gifts from all of us, as you never have been" He seemed fine with that answer and I saw his facial expression change from concern to calm again.
Eventually, Kyle turned to me and said, "It's ok Aunt Heather, at least there's an Easter Bunny." Yikes! Not only am I handling Christmas but I just got thrown into Easter too! Nonchalantly, I responded,...
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