A Cringle in Time
"Hank, how many years we gotta do this charade?""I'm retiring next year. They can get someone else for the Macy's parade."
On September 28, 2005 my eleven year old son figured out the fallacy of Santa Claus. He confided as much to his mother, who sheepishly admitted to eating all the cookies and milk on every Christmas Eve and each of the 364 days leading up to the holiday. When I asked my son how he unraveled the great mystery that seemed to last like a Cris Cringle in time, he got his dander up. I have been falsely accused of preying upon the emotions of my children before so it came as no surprise that my son took exception too. Annoyed, his answer shot out of his mouth with the speed of the Grinch sledding downhill to Whoville.
“A 2000 year old fat man has been living in sub degree temperatures at the North Pole with magical reindeer that fly and silly elves and you have the nerve to ask me how I figured out there is no Santa Claus. Come on.”
Enough said.
Labels: family
posted by Joe Tornatore | 3:23 PM
7 Comments:
Oh, too funny!
I have no idea where he could have gotten is wit and sarcasm from...
That's a smart boy! :-)
I'm thinking not at all unlike his dad.
His response is hilarious!
Truly funny, but just a trifle sad,too. Wish I still believed in Santa!
erin,
he got it for Christmas one year.
tony,
i think he is afraid of christmas now, you know claustophobia.
merci,
i believe in Santa every December, it's the credit card bill in january that takes the magic away.
lilly,
the age on enlightment ends with a question.
Here's hoping his wit never outshines his ability to see the world with wonder.
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