Me: They had to go outside to look in the chimney.
Alex: They're INSIDE the chimney?!
Me: No, no, just looking inside. Not inside like Santa Claus.
Alex: Santa Claus is just pretend, isn't he?
Me (without realizing the turn in the conversation): Yes.
Alex, laughing: He's just made up. Santa Claus isn't real.
After a moment of what-have-I-done horror, I'm actually quite relieved. Then we talked about the real reason for Christmas.
Clarification:
No, there was no trauma -- on either of our parts.
Honestly, we don't talk very much about Santa Claus except for his part in books and movies, so it was a little awkward at Christmastime when folks kept asking if he was excited about Santa. It wasn't something that we took care to cultivate at home.
Any oh-my-goodness-he's-only-3-and-doesn't-believe-in-Santa was a knee-jerk response on my part to the cultural pressure of the Santa myth and -- although I have avoided the Santa question entirely -- it still felt like an important childhood rite of passage had just occurred, almost without my knowledge.
What a relief! Paul suggested that we'll see what he remembers come Christmastime, but I'm a pretty terrible lier so I hope we can put it all in perspective and enjoy Santa without having to carry on the charade. Alex is a bright boy who came to his own realization about the fantastic elements of his story, so I'm proud of him for figuring it out.
I just hope he doesn't ruin it for the rest of his friends!
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