And I don’t mean it in a jolly, oh so lovely, kinda way. I literally mean that my children are not willing to let Christmas go.
Maybe it’s the post traumatic stress I caused them when I took THE tree(s) and all Christmas decorations down the German way. On January 2.
Maybe it’s the 156 little Christmas booklets that are still lying around (for the record, I do try to hide them but they surface up some hours later in a magical way).
Maybe it’s the very short conversation Yianni and I had the other day.
Me: yes honey
Y: somebody told me in class that Santa doesn’t really exist
Me: who said that? My question, apart from buying time, had an ulterior motive: I wanted to know WHO THE F…K CRASHED MY SON’S SANTA ILLUSION
Y: A boy, in the class smart kid
ME: Well…..why don’t you ask Sabine (his teacher)
Oh yes. I CHICKENED OUT. BIG TIME. Can you blame me?
How did you treat the Santa issue with your kids??
Until next time