It's snowing! It's even sticking a little! So, I know I said I was freezing at the Packers game, but you know I enjoy the snow. It's been so warm here the past few weeks that it's seemed like spring. In fact, my sinuses have been bothering me as if it were the beginning of allergy season. Finally, the temperatures are going down. The forecasted highs for this week are in the 20s. I hope we get real snow. The other day while we were driving to school, Maranda says, "Where is all the snow? The main reason I wanted to move to Wisconsin was for all the snow. This is a rip-off!" So, I think this is part of the reason that I want more snow, too.
Well, I haven't written since before Christmas and there are lots of things in my head to write about, but only enough time to write about one (I'd like to get to sleep at a halfway decent hour tonight).
The day after Christmas, Maranda and I had the talk. You know...the talk...about Santa. We were at the mall in Springfield and I was asking her if she thought there really was a Santa. She just kept saying that she didn't know. So, I told her I wanted a real answer and she insisted that she didn't know. Then, she asked if Santa really existed. Well, there were people walking with their little kids nearby and I didn't really want to spoil anything for other people, so I told her that we'd talk about it in the car. A little bit later, we're in the car and headed home and Maranda reminds me that I was going to talk to her about Santa. So, I explained to her that there isn't really a man in a red suit that brings gifts every year. We're all Santa in some respect by pretending there's a little magic every once in awhile. She didn't seem too surprised by this...she IS eleven. I've been putting off having the conversation...hoping that she'd just admit to figuring it out. So, the remaining 5 minutes we had in the car were spent by her questioning me about where I bought the stuff that came from Santa this year. And, Santa wasn't even that exciting this year. Mark and I bought her an iPod nano for Christmas and didn't say it was from Santa because I'd had it engraved and had already put music on it and charged it. (I figured since we were in Ohio, she didn't want a $200 paperweight until we got home...I know I wouldn't.) So, Santa brought things like Floam, Magnetix (you can build cool stuff with these things), and I can't even remember what else. Oh yeah....2 tickets (one for me and one for her) to go see The Cheetah Girls in a couple of weeks. I'm sure THAT will be interesting story. So, anyway, she wanted to know where I bought the floam and stuff like that. Weird. Oh, and she wanted to know where the Santa wrapping paper came from. I buy this roll of wrapping paper from Current that just says "From Santa" on it with little pictures of Santa all over it. I keep it hidden and no Santa gifts ever have other wrapping paper on them, which is how I started to suspect about Santa...he used our same gift wrap. Then, she wanted to be sure that we'd gotten something for Mickey when we got home. He always gets a stocking with doggie treats and toys. Other than that...she was totally satisfied.
Like I said, I'd been putting this off. I feel like this whole Santa thing is one of the first times that you learn something from your friends or you figure it out and your friends confirm it. Parents shouldn't be the ones to break it to you. But, judging by her reaction, I'm guessing that she'd had it figured out and was playing along in fear that the presents would go away if she admitted to something.
I don't really remember figuring it out. I just remembering knowing in 3rd grade, but pretending I didn't believe what other kids said until the next year. I played along for a year. Other than that, I don't really ever having a conversation about it.
Anyone willing to share how they found out about Santa? I'd love to know!
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You write very well.
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