Ooof, the Santa thing. I remember feeling humiliated when I found out--like I was the butt of an elaborate joke played at my expense, the lone dupe, and God, how dumb was I to fall for it? (Why, no, I don't have a persecution complex, why do you ask?)

I got over it pretty quickly when my parents told me that knowing the truth meant that I was an adult now, and that it was now my job to help the other adults keep the Christmas magic going. I grudgingly admitted that Christmas would have been less fun without Santa, and that it was OK that they told me stuff that wasn't true in order to give me happier, more exciting Christmases.

Still. That was a bad day. I send hugs to Emmett, and I hope he can turn some of his disappointment around to pride at having joined the adult club. He can have fun making Christmases magical for Matilda.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PRINCESS EMELINE!

I can't believe she's three!

Jessica, tons of ~ma for your grandfather.

Hec, I'm sad for Emmett, but I'm also really happy about the fact that he will be able to carry on the tradition with Matilda. I imagine that having a little sister makes this rite of passage a little more bearable.

Jessica, much ~ma to your grandfather

I refuse to believe that Emeline is THREE YEARS OLD TODAY!!

Wibbly wobbly... Timey wimey...

Santa exists in Laura's house. We have discussed this before! There will be no dissing of the Santa! The boys in my house know that they dare not speak of the possibility of Santa being anything but real. Santa exists. They will mess with me occasionally to get the Evil Mom Glare. But being fans of finding presents under the tree they always confess their true belief.

Now THAT is some good parenting.

Howdy, Jen! How's Boston?

Kristin, tell me that eventually you have enough assignments written up to reuse them. I'm so tired of creating assignment sheets from scratch, figuring out what information should be included, how to grade it, how to communicate it... blah.

Note to self: Get new home phone number on the Do Not Call List, STAT.

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Have we ever discussed telling your children about Santa Claus?

Ellie is, for the first time, old enough to recognize Santa, and while she seems to like him, I'm certain she doesn't know, yet, about the presents.

I never believed in Santa. I don't think Joe did either. For my parents, it was sort of a religious thing, but mostly because my dad hates lying in any form. He's really big on that. Anyway, I'm not exactly opposed to Santa, but I don't really want to lie to Ellie and tell her that Santa exists. On Bones last week, there was this ongoing discussion about lying to children and when it might be okay. But that was about being in jail, whereas this is something totally made up.

So what do you all think?

Unless I had a partner with strong feelings about it, I don't think I'd do the Santa thing with a child. For one thing, I don't really know how, and for another I don't really feel like I suffered from the lack.

G'ronklies, ev'one.

Hugs and hairpats to all who need 'em

Congrats to all who deserve them.

I need some tea.

Santa exists in Laura's house. We have discussed this before! There will be no dissing of the Santa! The boys in my house know that they dare not speak of the possibility of Santa being anything but real. Santa exists. They will mess with me occasionally to get the Evil Mom Glare. But being fans of finding presents under the tree they always confess their true belief.

Yes. This. In my house, you don't believe in Santa (or at least the spirit behind the man), you don't get a stocking filled with goodies. No bad mouthing the fat man.

Not really sure where CJ is on the belief bit. Even with the above, we have always treated it with a wink, wink and K-Bug has taken on the role of making sure MY stocking doesn't go empty (as it used to).