Santa Who? (posted Dec 15, 2009)

Being that Wyatt is 2, this really is the first Christmas that he has any clue what is going on. Before I had Wyatt, you know back in my idealistic phase, I swore that I wouldn't lie to my child and tell him there was a Santa, Easter Bunny, or Tooth Fairy. I had decided that it would be better if my child knew the facts and knew that I had always been honest with him. I also swore to tell him what sex was as soon as he was old enough to ask. I was going to get diagrams and the whole nine yards, not just tell him it was from Mommies and Daddies kissing. The verdict is still out on the sex thing, but I have changed my mind about imaginary figures like Santa. I love Christmas and remember the magic of believing in something bigger than my parents. Alas, here we are and Santa has made his way into our lives again like when we were kids. We have watched hours of cartoons centered on Christmas, The Polar Express, Doras' Christmas Carol, and the classic Frosty the Snowman to name a few. I wasn't sure that Wyatt was getting the concept of where Santa lived and how he traveled etc. etc. So on top of the shows, I busted out the key. Just to make certain there were no holes in my story, I bought a cast iron key that "Santa" uses when kids don't have chimneys. We will hide the magic key under the mat. We have decorated Christmas cookies and talked ad nasuem about the naughty list. Much to my pleasure Wyatt proved his superior knowledge on all things Santa yesterday when Brett was driving him to Sandra the babysitter's house. Wyatt says, "Daddy, I don' wanna go Mrs. Damra's house. I wanna go see Santa." Brett askes him where Santa lives, "Oba daya (over there) at da nof pole." Brett askes him where the North Pole is. Wyatt points out the windows to the mountains. "Oba daya, Daddy. Oba da mountains. Less go!" Santa you better watch out, Wyatt is coming up "Nof".