I don`t remember when I debunked the Santa theory, how it happened, or even why. I do remember that for years afterward I continued to play along. (Party for the benefit of my three younger sisters, partly because I could continue to request specific gifts from the big guy.)
With kiddo now being 11, I`m finding that I just couldn't`t be bothered to keep up the facade any longer. Year after year the fat guy gets specially baked cookies and all the credit, while I do all the work. How is that fair exactly?
Now I'm not about to pull a Grinch. I do have a plan! It goes a little something like this...
Dear Kiddo, thank you for taking the time to write me that wonderful letter and for baking me the tasty cookies. Once again, I am glad you did not let your mother bake them or I might have gotten some kind of food poisoning.
This year, I only have one present to leave you because your family has been so amazing and taken care of all the items on your list.
Be good, and have wonderful holiday.
Sorry Santa, but your being forced into retirement.