Tonight 5 of us loaded up in the be-flamed PT and headed to College Station in an attempt to behold the wonder of Santa’s Wonderland, a drive through light display complete with Santa town that includes Christmas movies, fireplaces, Santa and a mechanical bull. Unfortunately for us, apparently the rest of Texas had the same idea. The line was inordinately long and so we decided to pass it up on the way and head to dinner instead. Our first choice of dinner? Packed. Our second choice of dinner? Packed. We ended up at the fourth choice.
After all the driving around, eating and grabbing some after dinner coffee, we hoped we had wasted enough time and maybe had culled some of the herd, we were dead wrong. 1 hour in line? Just to get past an overpass in line. We gave up. No wonder for any of us.
People will do odd things when locked in a car for that period of time. D really wanted to stick her foot in a hole (oh nooooo. did ah do that?) Sprog and I had a conversation about Santa and LYING TO YOUR CHILDREN OH MY GOD. Which. No. He went into this whole diatribe about letting your child believe the lie of a big fat man on a roof, who can get to all those houses in one single night, with nuclear sludge affected reindeer pulling him along. Of course, I balked because I never said a damn thing about nuclear sludge? WTF?!? Plus, I happen to think the whole Santa thing is a right of passage and when he actually found out about Santa? He wasn’t upset. He said that he thought Santa was more of an idea than a person anyway and was about the spirit of the season and he would always believe in that, so now that he’s all conspiracy theory boy, he doesn’t get to rewrite history to suit him.
D had a bad experience with her own mother in how she found out so she doesn’t think that parents should lie to their kids about Santa. *shrug* I think it’s all in how you handle it. We always only gave Sprog ONE gift from Santa and the rest came from us. I felt that was really important so that when he did have that moment of transition it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.
What about y’all? How are you handling the Santa thing? Do you think it’s this huge betrayal or like a right of passage that we all experience and grow through?
