I knew this day would come eventually but I never dreamed it would be so heart-wrenching.
You see, my daughter has been dropping hints about her wavering belief in Santa Claus for a several months now. Her questions about the existence of Santa, however, always came when my six year old was nearby so I tended to hedge a lot.
“Let’s talk about this later”
“Can we have this chat another time?”
I didn’t want to lie to her any more than I already have with the whole Santa myth but I also didn’t want to spoil it for my son, who is already fully indoctrinated into the Santa Claus Believers Club.
I figured if she asked me when we were alone, I could be honest with her. But she never did.
And I would assume she’d forgotten about it and exhale, thinking I’d dodged that particular bullet one more time.