Santa’s Up in Smoke…
Emma had a bit of a tough weekend. I heard the full story last night on the telephone. I’m sorry Mem - I won’t lie to you ever again. I promise. Just so we’re square, there isn’t a tooth fairy or Easter bunny either.
Emma: “Hi Cristin. Did you know that there isn’t a Santa Claus.”
Cristin: “Oh no, Emma, I’m so sorry. How did you find that out?”
Emma: “So you knew all along? And you didn’t tell me? You’re my sister. Isn’t that like lying a little bit?”
Cristin: “Yes, I knew. I found out when I was right about your age. Santa is something that parents tell kids about because it’s a fun fantasy. Mom and I didn’t mean to lie to you.”
Emma: “Even Adam lied to me, last Christmas he said he heard something banging around on the roof in the night. He’s Jewish and he still lied.”
Cristin: “Oh Emma, I’m so sorry, Adam didn’t mean to lie to you either.”
Emma: “Mom thought I was suspicious about Santa, and I truth or dared her because I thought I was ready to know, but really I wasn’t ready. I even cried a little.”
She’s headed off to college next week…
4 years ago • Notes