This is the time of the year when Santa visits . . .
Two years ago: "Why is Santa's wrapping paper the same as ours?"
Last year: "I thought the elves made all of these toys. Why are these the same toys we see in the store?"
The other day: "Do you remember last year when Santa's note looked just like daddy's writing?"
But, yet, they continue to believe. Perhaps it's because they want to believe in the magic (who doesn't?) but maybe it's because my responses are completely filled with utter, and sometimes elaborate, nonsense.
Last year, I launched into an entire explanation of outsourcing. "Santa has a huge production facility that makes every kind of toy known to mankind and handles the peak demand at Christmas time. But he only delivers toys directly to our homes once a year. The rest of the year, he sells toys to Toys R Us to make money, keep his factory going and feed/house the elves. Just think, even when you get a toy for your birthday, it may have been made by elves."
The downfall to all of this is that the kids assume they're getting whatever is written on their lists.
The little guy didn't ask for a Wii for his birthday because he didn't want us spending a lot of money on it given that Santa could bring it for free the next month. Bless his little heart. Make that: Bless his little broken heart on Christmas morning!
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