QB made this little announcement yesterday as the kids were pouring over toy catalogs, working on their holiday wish lists:
"I don't really believe in Santa Clause anymore, but I like him!"
My heart fell. It's all over? Already? So it was seven years of Santa, two or three of which, as a baby, he obviously didn't grasp. That means, basically, the childhood Christmas fantasy really only existed for about four years. It's a pity.
Even worse, he made this little announcement in front of trusting little Mopsy. Great. Thanks a lot, kid. Without addressing the is-there-really-a-Santa question directly, I asked him to keep his skeptical analyses to himself next time.
He better, or Santa might be bringing him lumps of coal instead of his favorite Lego Star Wars Clone Wars Sky Trooper Blasterific. Or whatever it is. Anyone know where you can pick up a lump of coal?
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