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December 15, 2008


Hmm. Probably better to be disillusioned by one's parents than the evil kid at school who can't wait to tell other kids that Santa isn't real...

(Me? Evil? Never!)

Brutally honest, but there's something awesome about not glossing over things with the usual superstitious lies and omission. It's not like the kids live in a world without Santa, it's just that Santa has a semi-realistic line of succession.

Maybe the part about shooting Santa was a little over the top. On the other hand, your Peruvian stew recipe was a good one. Even my resident squash-hater tolerated it. I thought of you when I read Monica Reinegel's comment that you could practially live on squash all winter (http://blog.nutritiondata.com/ndblog/2008/12/whats-in-season.html). Maybe not you personally.
But thanks for the squash recipe. I will fold, spindle, mutilate, and put it in my regular recipe rotation.

Family Nutritionist: I only said that last part in my mind. After all, I defended Santa's honor practically into junior high and wouldn't mind if my kids did, too (if only I knew how to achieve this). Glad you liked the squash stew. I'm happy people are making it.

melch: I know there was some guy who was immaculately conceived, but I swear I didn't think it was Santa.

adele: I'm a failure as a parent. In other news, the Tooth Fairy failed to deliver last night, most likely due to the aforementioned Nutcracker flak. (In my defense, the Kindergartener pulled out his own tooth in the middle of the night and stuck it under his pillow without fanfare. Needless to say, the Tooth Fairy did not get the memo.)

Hahahaha! Good one! Q (who is now 9) is beginning to suspect that there is no Santa Claus. Darn it. What fun is Christmas without a visit from a jolly old elf sneaking into your house, while you're asleep.

Hmm. Try telling the Kindergartener that the Tooth Fairy stops checking for teeth after midnight. He should give notice before the end of business hours for optimal results.

I liked the part of the story where Santa died.

Don't worry about it. All parents lie about Santa. Not quite like you, though.

You are funny. Thanks for a big laugh. Good job I wasnt drinking anything.

Mine, at 10 years old, has come to grips with the fact that there is no Tooth Fairy and no Easter Bunny. Santa is holding on for dear life, but there are only so many times you can be asked, "Mom, is Santa really REAL?" and reply, "Well, I BELIEVE he is." I'm already getting incredulous looks.

Me, I like the idea of the Nutcracker being hired out as a hitman. After all, someone's got to take care of the biz when Son Santa is ready to stage a coup.

As for telling kids outrageous and funny lies: I'm all in favor of it. I tried to convince my brother he was dropped off by aliens for, oh, the first 20 years of his life. It teaches them how to have a sense of humor and how not to be a chump.

I want the little racist to ask you about Gingerbread men again.

Hater: Ah, but you forget who the racist was. Me.

Eugenia: The Nutcracker is so badass with his gang colors and scary facial hair.

Katie: A world without Santa is not a world I want to live in.

jennywenny: I need cue cards for these kinds of conversations. Or maybe just one cue card that says: The answer is magic. Magic never needs explaining.

CC: I hope I get better with practice.

Husband: Of course you do.

Adele: Yeah, that's pretty much what I told him. He was remarkably accepting.

Sally: So sad. Breaking and entering will never be so socially acceptable again.

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