By Robert Bires
I was done with Santa Claus when my second daughter, Emily, started believing. I couldn’t continue the lie.
“Honey, I’m Santa Claus,” I told her.
“Come on,” she said. Emily was a literal child. Maybe she knew it didn’t add up, but she had me mail his letter to the North Pole.
Whenever Santa came up, I’d claim him. I never said there wasn’t Santa Claus, just that I was him; that I did his job for her.
She couldn’t cry. The presents matched her list.
Then, in the car after Sunday School, she asked me, “Daddy, are you Jesus, too?”
Delightful story
Oh, very good.
Believable
Thanks for reading! Shoshauna, the 101 editor, really helped me to tighten up the story details.
Love this sweet story!
I laughed out loud. It was perfect kid logic!
Excellent.
Are you my cousin?
Way to carry the story with concise dialogue. Kemmer
Well, are you? 🙂
Aw, I love it !
Our actions, however well-intended, often bring about unintended consequences, don’t you think? I can imagine my own young daughter (and now her children!) asking the same question!